Exhumed

Black widow betwixt gossamer thread,
Looms midst scattered bones buried in stony bed.
Tempest breadth befalls soft mud and derelict,
Etched letters to waste, haste to heretic.
 
Slow beats flutter in a hollow a chest,
Debris reforms flesh to bone, head and breast.
Rush of blood whispers through her veins,
Breath in her lungs, devoid of abstain.
 
Tomb exhumed, silence disturbed,
Bewitched, enthralled under moonlight, absurd.
Crimson gown clasped within her fist,
Resurrect, defect of impure tainted kiss.