Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

The Black Widow - Poem by Ruth warren

She lurks within the shadows,
spinning her web of lies;
patiently waiting and watching,
for her victims to pass by.

She lures them towards her snare,
with cunningness and skill;
The Black Widow is her name,
and she is hungry to kill.

It doesn't matter to her,
if her prey is married or not;
They are all the same to her,
as in her trap they're caught.

Her Cobweb is her battlefield,
she's spun with care and pride;
She catches her naive victims,
in her web of deceipt and lies.

Her name is well befitting,
for she kills with every strike;
She sucks the life right out of them,
then leaves them there to die.

They're helpless when they are captured,
they lack the will to fight;
and her fangs are poised and ready,
waiting patiently to strike.

Only the strongest of men,
will escape the web she's weaved;
for she crawls into their lives,
as she practices to deceive.

If they are able to free themselves,
she patiently waits for another;
to devour their very minds and hearts,
as she carefully chooses her lover.

Comments about The Black Widow by Ruth warren

  • (4/10/2006 6:33:00 PM)

    A venomous poem Ruth, you sound like one of the wives! lol Just jesting! It is a terrible thing when people don't respect a wedding ring for sure, I have no problem there though, as I am a Black Belt Widow! so no one can get a my husband! 10 for chilling expression. Tai (Report) Reply

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  • (4/10/2006 6:27:00 PM)

    That's a really good poem, I loved the whole thing.

    Peace out,
    from marissa
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 20, 2007

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