The Black Widow's Lament

It was simple then
and it's simple now.

The thief's daughter
who stares at the moon
with an unblinking eye.

The moon is her mother.


Perhaps the Gods just couldn't agree
when it came to her fate.
She knows that Death
is just another sleepless night.

She recalls every word
of what they told her at church.
She seems to only wear her funeral clothes...
(there's just no sense in changing)

"Make no mistakes and you'll live forever."


The widow makes new friends
No one can grieve forever.
Flowers shake the dew from their petals
and peek out their heads for the blushing spring.

She cranes her neck to the skies
to silence the crow perched on the power line.


They buried her next to the others
(It was a suicide fit for the stage)
she always had craved attention.

They'd found her in the room
where she'd claimed he hit her.
(there are still bits of glass buried in the carpet)
where the bottle struck the wall
and she had begged for her life
on more than one occasion.


The onlookers warm their gloved hands
against the chill of a graveyard winter.
The church's chimes ring in an age
and condemn a era.

Now restful in the arms of Death, her Lover.
Somewhere...
in the blackened sea
of august ashes
the raven sings the tragic tale
of The Black Widow's Lament.