Arachne

There you sit in your private universe

Spinning, humming, creating

Your web intricate, beautiful

Deadly

As your own shining glory

Enshrined in rapturous glistening skin

Your lies

Woven with a complexity

No man’s mind may match

Spinning dreams of lust

Fulfillment

Hinted at subtly

Untold wonder entices victims

To venture forth

Upon this path seemingly blessed

With promises of eternal joy

Delicate, fragile, yet so strong

They capture the imagination

Like dawns first dew trickling

Like molten moonlight

Along strands leading to the center

Of a carcass strewn graveyard

Aflower with newly budding life

Nurtured, fertilized by hidden rot

Center of life, nourishment, vitality

Center of death, terror, horror

There you await

An empress upon her throne

Passing judgment

With but the twitch of an appendage

Yea or nay

Life or death

Executioner, prepared to carry out sentence

Upon weeping prisoners at your nonexistent mercy

Exact penalty for trespass

Be it intentional or mere curiosity

Waiting to deal that final blow

Your prisoner is the final meal

Vibrations travel upon your

Information Highway

Subtle, silent warning

Read like a radar screen

As the submarine prepares to launch

Destruction upon the encroacher

Telling you when an interloper is near

In shadows you lurk

Waiting for prey to be entangled

Ensnared

Captured

Imprisoned as by a steel door

Locked, barred

No key

Another victim of your depravity

So beautiful in sunlight

So ghastly in the dark

Recesses of your rotten heart

Promising eternal love

Delivering only eternity

Oblivion, nothing

Amused, you observe

Struggles, agony

Fitful explosions of rancor

Followed by acceptance

Exhaustion, capitulation

Until at last

Beaten to submission

Your prey ceases to move

Vibrations slowly cease

The web goes silent

Only then do you come forth

Multifaceted eyes watchful

As you glean joy from

Torment, torture

Paralyzed, hypnotized, riven mute

Victims observe

Your majestic approach

Gliding along silken superhighway

Their orbs the only thing able to move

Retinas twitch, scannning

Seeking succor not to be found

Fang glistening

Merciful anesthetic

Prepared to inject

Send the horrified prey

To a final sleep

As you administer the kiss of death

With a needle sharp syringe

Delicately you wrap

Prey in strands of embalming cocoon

Preserving fluids vital

For sustenance

To be savored

Enjoyed

Partaken of at your leisure

They call you the black widow

But one indeed escaped

From your web of destruction

Showed others mummified remains

You thought hidden so cleverly

Police will be here soon

The final needle

Shall be administered to you