The Black Widower

Don't come too close, don't get too near
My hunger is ravenous, the void immense

Resist me in fear and your scent will drive me
Feeding my frenzy, my ferocity of need

If you dare to care, you will be consumed
My instinct is to kill...kill and devour

To suck out the soul of my prey
Through her eyes while she watches

I see none but my own, the selfish desire
The animal lust for the blood of the hunt

Fall into the spell of the web I will weave
To struggle serves only to quicken your fate

There is only one possible route of escape:
Acceptance of all that now lies before you...

And willing self-sacrifice to the gaping maw of the beast.



©2008 Randy Michaud

(lo-fi cellphone art/poetry medium)