Widow’s Kiss has been published in All of Me Vol. VI, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Atmosphere (Sub Base Field Mix) by Chaos & Julia Set. Featured art is by Thomas Dodd.
Listen to Widow’s Kiss by Richard Charles Stevens (Atmospheric Suite)
Forevermore I’m spun
Forevermore I’m spun
(Spun)
(Spun)
Dressed to kill
The spiderwoman violates her prey
Gossamer and ash exact sweet rapture of decay
Dextrous this vender of arachnid distemper
Janus-faced her brash embrace
Yet unmatched in her splendour
.
Unmatched in her splendour
Unmatched in her splendour
In her splendour
Unmatched in her splendour
Unmatched in her splendour
Unmatched in her splendour
In her splendour
Her bite is one long kiss goodnight
Tomorrows notwithstanding
The sorrows of her quarry
She no less than has a hand in
The hollows of her eyes delight the very flies she bids affright
Coals exposing blackest night
Never one time dappled light
Dressed to kill
The spiderwoman has me in her sights
Feel her toxins coursing through my veins and this delights
Tangled in her web
Intrigued to see my own demise
Drown my every sorrow in the hollows of her eyes
Sat astride her victim
The tangled web she weaves then twists
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
The pain is less inflamed
Through labyrinthine veins
Locked within unblinking gaze
Know not what to think or say
Even in this shrinking space
I feel relieved to drink her taste
Sourness of its sweet embrace
And peek beneath its veil
Thus declare allegiance to prevail
Bleed it into every sinew
Feel malfeasance discontinue
Herein to congeal the tissue
Introduce the light again
As she breathes frailty back to life again
Then waits until the dead of night
Waits until the dead of night
Waits until the dead of night
Dressed to kill
The spiderwoman has me in her sights
Feel her toxins coursing through my veins and this delights
Tangled in her web
Intrigued to see my own demise
Drown my every sorrow in the hollows of her eyes
Sat astride her victim
The tangled web she weaves then twists
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
.
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
(Goodnight)
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
Sat astride her victim
The tangled web she weaves then twists
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
Forevermore I’m spun
Forevermore I’m spun
(Spun)
(Spun)
Forevermore I’m spun
Forevermore I’m spun
(Spun)
(Spun)
.
The pain is less inflamed
Through labyrinthine veins
Locked within unblinking gaze
Know not what to think or say
Even in this shrinking space
I feel relieved to drink her taste
Sourness of its sweet embrace
Sat astride her victim
The tangled web she weaves then twists
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
.
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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