The Black Widow Spider

The Black Widow Spider

In the shadows, silent and sleek,

A hunter waits, her fangs unique.

Her web a trap, so dark, so still,

A fatal dance, a deadly thrill.

The black widow, in midnight’s grace,

Her venom quick, no time to chase.

She strikes with cold, relentless might,

A whispered end, the endless night.

Her crimson hourglass, a mark so bold,

A warning sign to the young and old.

But in her world, no mercy flows—

The killer’s silence, all she knows.

Not for the weak, nor soft of heart,

She plays her game, a deadly art.

The black widow, so dark, so cold,

Her legacy in silence told.

She mates—the act awakens her,

Now he must die; he can’t confer.

He dies; she lives to bite another day.