She’s like demons in my mission bell
She’s like pennies in my wishing well
Cast off, but close by
Always out of reach
Full of wishes devoid of speech 
I fall, I crawl 
Like a martyr without a murder
Trying to stop the things that hurt her
But it's not so easy

What kind of dreams are you weaving
Into the blanket of evening?
Black Widow, no need for grieving 
You know that I’m never leaving

I’m the serpent where the apple fell
She’s a statue at the gates of hell
She hears it all 
The horror never seen 
Like watching snuff films 
Without a screen
Along the wall 
I slither to her isolation 
To provide some conversation 
And help her breathe easy

What kind of dreams are you weaving 
Into the blanket of evening? 
Black widow, no need for grieving
You know that I’m never leaving

Black Widow Master 3

Nathan Blackwood