Black Widow Martyr

Black Widow Martyr
The webs of a spider
Like gossamer phantoms went
Deep down inside her.
None could see what changes were
Her beauty all vision bent
The webs of a spider
She spoke; her voice was a purr
The tempted to death were sent
Deep down inside her.
Every miss looks after her sir
So lovely; despite her nature she longs to repent
Deep down inside her.
Just like that, gone like a blur.
Her freedom from murder is death; she knew
What that meant
The webs of a spider
Deep down inside her.