Black Widow

I listen to the willow weep
Somnambulance with rooted feet
As shadows chase an empty Moon
And Winter wanders in too soon
Her skirts are rustling dark and bleak
They settle onthe cold and weak
And whisper sweetly in their ears
«Could you settle here? Would you linger near?»
Black widows dress themselves for sleep
In the shafts they weave, they weave, they weave
Winnow doubt like chaff from wheat
That silence so beneath our feet
And separate a year too soon
You left me with a harvest moon
Her skirts are rustling dark and deep
They settle on the cold and weak
And whisper sweetly in their ears
«Could you settle here? Would you linger near?»
Black widow
Black widow
Black widow
Black widow
Black widow