Black Widow Poem by Steeloni -

You might think I am a pretty insect with legs for days
Wild, seductress, monstrous hunter seeks her prey under the leaves of ivy
I travel around the vast plants, vary in shapes, colors, scent
Moving forward with dangerous mind of mine full of traps for my sardonically lucky man
The trap is completed, when he gets caught my webs which exude jeopardous enchant
I am a black-hearted widow who eats her man's heart up

You might underestimate me from my vulnerable look, tiny dimension
At times, I howl as though I'm a she wolf
Blinded by eyeful shines of the moon
Sometimes I am as fragile as a feline
The intensity of my obsessive desire corresponds to the heat of million flame
To strangle my frail victim with the raven strands of my hair
I am a black-hearted widow who eats her man's heart up

You might curse for my cruelty through your beseeching lips
Keep it in your that absent-mind little thing
I have been the most disastrous curse that the world has ever faced with
Those limpid eyes of mine are not for the faint-hearted victims
Once they notice, it is impossible suck the poison out
I am a black-hearted widow who eats her man's heart up

Flesh of a man's heart tastes icy yet mouth-pleasing
Raw, alive and vulnerable you could see the pathetic glimpse just before the end
You suppose I am narcissistic, ruthless female spider seeking for pleasure
It's their choice to be used and eaten alive, i'll never show any piece of mercy
I'll be laughing with the air of femininity while they are twisting in pain
Because I am a black-hearted widow who eats her man's heart up
I eat my man's heart up