Squatting in the shadows

Bloated and seething

With bile and ancient hate

She sits as cold as stone

Weaving webs of malice

From strands of her misery

Hidden fangs dripping despair

She waits patient as Death

While twisted minions held in thrall

Spun about with spells of glamour

Entice the next unwary soul

With whisperings and promises

Smiles sweet as poison

Promise pleasures without end

As slow and softly falls the web

Illusions fade to dust

As light and life are sucked away

Another swells the ranks

To serve their Queen

Until the world lies cold

Sucked dry of warmth and love

And all are trapped the same as she

In her desolate emptiness