Oh, twisted web of widow spiders deceit

How tangling you must be

Sick, uncouth, and poisonous to the bite is she

Spinning round her victim

A young male appealing to the senses

Yet, his fate he knows not

Wist treading commonly dangerous ground

The she-devil lures the prey

Kind and gentle

Something in her eye there here glimmers

Any wise female could say

This man-killer only has pleasuring sights

To which she must see and persuade

So circumstance matters little

To an eight-legged siren of the arachnid

Her goal not only to self-satisfy

But to murder opportunity her prey elsewhere holds

Dear prey, do not be fooled, do not stray

For death shall come

And death of love in decay