Dawn drops from a midnight sky
Til tears fall from stolen eyes
The scorned widow conceals the lies
While crickets keep perfect time.
Wrapped tightly in a window,
She spins her web
All her children are rightly fed
Flies are captured and slowly bled
Died to lay down in your bed
Tomorrow may come as yesterdays treat
Spiders and moths hurriedly feast
Two lovers at the corner,
Discreetly meet
Breaths are bottled in silent springs
