Black Widows
The nasty
crunches
Minute and
horrendous body
Deadly, dull
colors
Tinted with
bloody symbol
That truly
marked Black Widows
The Halloween
Hat
Livid white, hollow
With a skull in
front that glows
Dusk feathers aside
Turn in to
monsters at night
Looking for
children to pierce
Ghosts
The pure
bloodless spirits
Were once good
souls, they wander
Through halls,
flying with
Colorless coats,
unseen, unknown
Envoys that up
rose from hell
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