Black Widow

Time is red Time is deadly Time under gla*s Time will tell The tale of the widow Who walks her web Mourning the night Mourning the dead Did you lose him to a broom Trapped in a corner of the room? Or was it under the foot Of the marching black boot? Is it the loneliness of night That makes you reach out and bite? The unawakened flesh You lady in distress Oh, you poor, poor suffering murderess