The black widow

The black widow weaves an intricate web And from her silken thread she promises death, Not to just other insects passing by But to the male who cries ‘she betrays me, martyred by love’, then dies. She eviscerated her love of all his blood, Left his empty shell to decay and rot, Surely this black widow on her heart has a black spot, If she beckons you into her parlour Then you are surely lost.
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