Latrodectus Mactans

from sorrow to vengance

 

on this pyre,

burns my heart

and here, they tore

my soul apart

and if you should,

choose to follow

where they hung me,

cold and hollow

alas but far from,

dead was i,

and under Hades

watchful eye

my spirit rise,

with Ares fire

debt repaid,

my one desire

and what fury

hell hath hold

those weak of mind,

bereft of soul

to cast thine suffrance

on those deserving

at whoms hands,

mine heart lay churning

the fine lines on

terms of endearment

if you break it,

you shall fear it.