She’s A BLACK WIDOW

In this dark illusion it’s fulfilling a tribal fear,

your cast iron cruelties equipped it’s caviler.

Your charisma should have been my warning,

my musing nemesis is relentless yet charming.

Fragmented folklore the tales that are figments,

my clairvoyance is resistant I must be persistent.

That sheer dress that's clinging to your naked body,

this imagery is profound yet my eyes disregard me.

My reasoning unwinds this lustful sight controls me,

plunging knife it must be, for now your done with me.