The Red Widow

Writing Club

April 9, 2013

I don't remember what the prompt was for this exercise.  I do remember I was thinking about black widow spiders.

The Red Widow

Only Mary knows what Mary may,

Where she placed Hector to lay.

Quite contrary was the poor sap Harry,

And even Larry,

When they found her plotting, nay.

Both flies fled when they saw her web,

That being said,

Even Ned refused to come and play by the light of the day.

Glided golden, he figured the dewdrops stolen,

And set to run away.

But Mary be as Mary sees,

Dark eyes alight upon him now in the eve of night.

She strung him round and sat him down,

Sat and sup, his time was up.

As the clock struck ten,

Four had met their end,

Silver thread bound them dead.

The widow spider dressed in red,

Danced by the light of the moon.

Alone again,

With creaking floors and slamming doors,

Winding stairs and secret lairs,

Packed away where none can say,

Spinners set,

For the next unwary soul to net.