your ravenous queen, all beauty and disease, dark veil over her eyes, lace spreading over thighs, shes porcelain mistress, licking crimson fingers of a satin glove, black days are here again, and she’s your reason for living and dying. let her take you to the bed, run the gauntlet, sweat and blood, tearing up from passion’s cusp, this wont end so nice, i trust, never leave an arachnid to her spinnerets. flashing that seductive leer, but you wanted her, you needed this, and each touch makes you love her sadistic feelers more. widow, at the window, plans left to unfold, web unwound and occupied, let the poison kiss take hold. empty shell, beautiful victim, sucked dry and drunk on reeling grace. who knew death tasted so savory.