Sarah D. Silvey

 

Black widow

Goddess of her kind

Delicately explores her space

Eight times over.

Obsidian body

Sharp temper

Sharper touch

Meddle in her schemes

And risk her wrath.

When she is still

She is a pebble.

When she moves

She phases.

Gravity is her plaything.

A small jewel

Lethal.

Tread lightly ye mortals

Pray you do not draw her focus

Seeing the arachnid queen is an honor

You may survive her beauty

Only if she favors you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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