Latrodectus mactans (Black Widow)

Hiding beneath the black abyss,
Where dormant eyes can’t see,
She’s always there, ready to strike,
Waiting to lay her deadly bite.

For she feeds, and breathes, and feels,
And the scent of death she fears,
Until it creeps into her brain,
And she’ll be reborn again.

From her image we shall run,
Until our shiny cage is gone,
And we are her and she is us,
We won’t be kneeling to a cross.

We’re all in the hourglass’ red,
In the female spider’s lair,
Where all is void and all is empty,
With little Earths and Skies aplenty.

We’re all in the surrounding black,
In the absence of the life,
Still our form remains the same,
Then we go back to nothingness.

All the things in which light flows,
And the lifeless ones it molds,
All in silence once awoke,
When the circle broke its lock.

So, when again the final time
Is set by the hourglass,
The spider will be maimed,
And we’ll be reborn with her.