• And so the spider's thread is spun, my heart woven in, with no means of escaping the fine silk, awaiting the widow's kiss, i remain bound within the web you have enraptured me into, a puppet pulled by invisible strings.
    your love is that of poison, deadly spider, once tasted, it is a fine wine my tastes cannot live without, however again and again i will drink from your deadly lips the poison i so crave.
    how cruel you are siren, entrancing, alluring, and yet fatal, still i've yet to recover from the drug you have released into my heart.
    so i state again the spider's web has been spun, her venom tasted, and my soul taken by the sting of a pure white widow.
    Apart from it's blood stained sister, her fangs are transparent, seething her toxin into my veins, sending me into a trance.
    i follow the stride of the widow upon her web, and find no respite, entangled once again, to await her return.
    Now i slumber, the widow's wine coursing through my body, with a faint smile, my vision affixed on the stare of my captor.
    She smiles, and makes a graceful step toward me and grants me an embrace, and draws me ever closer to my fate.
    A thick haze clouds my mind, and i fall into deep ecstasy, my logic slipping away.
    It is a trance i have fallen victim to, lusting for the toxic nectar again and again.
    How peaceful, how beautiful, how dark, how deadly.
    Your toxin has taken hold, i can deny it no longer, i will drown in the sea of my soul and follow, may my rapture last until the end of time, my poison, my captor, and now, my love, my white widow.