Black Widow

[Brownlie]

She sits amid her silken treads,
hapless victims to ensnare.
An hourglass portends their fate,
a widows kiss awaits them there.

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Fire away. I know poems don't have to rhyme, it just worked out that way. One minor thing I'm not sure of... "a" or "the" to begin the last line?
Of course, I expect major things as well

Thanks,

Moose

See Robert Frost's Design. Maybe you already have but its got a spider in it.