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Widow
Hidden beneath the veiled shadows
within her web the widow spies,
framed by raven strands, fall like feathers,
dwelling within grassy meadows,
she strums sweet music upon her cello
melody comes as haunted cries,
surrounded by the scent of heather
she would lure unforeseeing fellows.
Ever her features shall remain mellow,
as the trap weaves its binding ties
the prey is strung upon her tether
now those eyes gleam with moons yellow,
as the hapless are drawn far below
no longer would the see the skies
for she would feed upon their ether,
their bodies left in the shallows.
3:15 PM - 11/9/2006 -
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