As she spins her web dew falls to the ground
Day breaks all around
Strings form a pattern of symmetry
Hour glass tilted as time drips into memory
Darling weaves away
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow she spins without a care
The bliss of her kiss winds into despair
Vibration sends a tingle everywhere
Poison, Passion, Bust qualities of Hate, Love, and Lust
The taste of blood seems warm enough to be
Not so surreal that it escapes reality
Obsessive danger in a fling
Hell’s wrath of poison in a sting
Charmed by her reflection in the fallen rain
Eternity of love tortured pain
The seduction of an attractive dame
Feeling immortal and dying in a time all the same
Vincent Dali
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-widow-6/
