Black Widow

[Silver WInd]

Black Widow

 

Her eyes

black suns

burned around the edges

she stared into empty space

waiting for the next shooting star

 

Her hair

a wild tempest

of the wind

with tendrils of crimson gold

flying free without binds

 

Her skin

silken caramel

scented in lavender

and rose petals

glossed with moonlight

 

Her voice

sounds as a siren

drawing in unwary souls

to twist within her web

of dark desire