Black Widow Poem by Clara Keiper

She sat in front of a crystal ball
the window and the moon
contemplating the fate of the man
who lies in the other room

dear destiny brought him
one night in a storm
He looked all disheveled
and his clothes were all torn

She looked into him
with ebony eyes
She found a soul that
was barely alive

Helpless and hopeless
he bent to her will
She sucked on his poor soul
til she had her fill

There he lies in the opposite room
though his nose courses her favorite perfume
Will his eyes open or there will he lie
awaiting the day that he's hoping to die

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