In deep shadows, where the night nestles,
Black Widow's Cave rests, gloomy.
Between darkness and webs, your presence approaches,
A realm of nightmares, where death creates.

In the womb of the earth, the entrance is hidden,
Between ominous rocks, darkness whispers.
The Widow, weaver of death, in her cell accumulates,
Glistening venom in the webs she mutters.

The webs are ropes, threads of a tragic destiny,
Where victims meet their fateful outcome.
The spider's kiss, a macabre and enigmatic invitation,
In the Widow's Cave, fate is sadistic.

The deep silence is broken by whispers,
Echoes of lost souls, trapped in holes.
The Widow's poison, like an impure chalice,
On each victim, he draws dark lines.

In dark corners, eyes glow like embers,
Seeing in the darkness, where life gets tangled.
The Black Widow, in her web, dances in houses,
And each fang is a note in its sinister band.

Oh, Widow's Cave, abyss of despair,
Where death weaves, relentlessly, its old cradle.
Among webs of mourning, terror is heir,
And in the darkness, the Widow perpetuates her universe.

So in the cave, horror is tradition,
Where the Black Widow reigns in solitude.
Her domains are darkness, her dance, perdition,
And in the Widow's Cave, death echoes in song.

AkUmA - The Dead Hate The Living (159)

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