The Black Widow
As the dimming of the light
Will turn the day into the night
The black widow will surely keep
Watch for her lost husband, and beweep
Always clothed in robes of black
In her weathered, crumbling shack
To her woe she is a slave
Her husband lies in his watery grave
Not a single day has passed
Since to the waves her husband was cast
Has the black widow not mourned
She wished she had been forewarned
By the window she will stay
Until she is old and grey
She will never leave her place
All she wants is her husbands embrace
When she blinks she sees her husband
When she dreams she sees her husband
When she wakes she sees her husband
All she sees is her husband
Now she is lain down to rest
Her heart is empty inside her chest
But soon she is to reunite
Herself with her dazzling knight
Will turn the day into the night
The black widow will surely keep
Watch for her lost husband, and beweep
Always clothed in robes of black
In her weathered, crumbling shack
To her woe she is a slave
Her husband lies in his watery grave
Not a single day has passed
Since to the waves her husband was cast
Has the black widow not mourned
She wished she had been forewarned
By the window she will stay
Until she is old and grey
She will never leave her place
All she wants is her husbands embrace
When she blinks she sees her husband
When she dreams she sees her husband
When she wakes she sees her husband
All she sees is her husband
Now she is lain down to rest
Her heart is empty inside her chest
But soon she is to reunite
Herself with her dazzling knight