The Black Widow

Black widows always weave,

A web so beautiful, but the leaves,

Always wreck and cleave.

 

Her venom, is in a word, poison,

Too bleakful, but the sun,

Shining down, sheds some light when she's done.

 

Never has the world seen,

A plague so great, so obscene,

Playing out the tragic scene.

 

Never know, never glean.

Reviews

[cornflowerblue]

Very nice poem. I love your choice of words to describe the venom and the web.

[Kat24]

Hi,
Yeah this is a good poem. Pretty much the same as ell I would say. Kat24

[SilentDreamer]

Hello. :D This flows well...Selena. I hate spiders. However I like this poem. It shows imagery, in a way. You can kind of picture the spider, what it's doing. Anywho great job. Great poem. Keep writing! :P