David Jon Foster Art
A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, there lived a bad little spider...
onyx.widow.07.27.04.2:39am
5x30+1
and wait no
longer onyx
will,
arachnid
emerges
from the
shadow still,
slow as wine
suspicion
not shine,
fools all are
we,
The sun for
all to
see…is
not
reality…

Two souls,
one widow,
one pure to
thee, witch
one shall it
be,
both, as
only she
can see,
will be now
poisoned,
as is she

No freedom
but a slave
to onyx
ways, waste
it on me,
destiny
betrays,
free will
indeed,
born of thy
brain,
handed to
thee,
unleashes
the pain,
the gift will
fill, bitter
is the ill

Circling
thy
pray…
today is
thy day,
evermore to
thee…
wake up
and see,
Lying in
wait, malice
for fate,
anticipation
of, the
hunt and
thrill,
Cruelty
brings
forth,
pleasure to
her sport,
the stage
to be
set…
Widow not
regret,
For time
has come
to play
with the
toy sit
back and
enjoy
Right time,
to
infiltrate,
the mind of
the weak,
to seduce,
the spirit
of the
strong,
time to
attack…


With eyes
that carve,
my heart
will starve,
and retched
is my soul
to be,
everlasting
darkness
beset on
thee,

My blood
will be
shed, nay,
for only in
thy head,
When taken
thence you
see the
light…
of darkness
crow spirit
in
flight…..
Never to
return, pain
will burn,
my fate
you did
earn, the
venom a
worm,
remember
it well
as I burn
in hell…
Copyright © 2004 David Jon Foster
All Rights Reserved


onyx.widow.07.27.04.2:39am
5x30+1
and wait no
longer onyx
will,
arachnid
emerges
from the
shadow still,
slow as wine
suspicion
not shine,
fools all are
we,
The sun for
all to
see…is
not
reality…

Two souls,
one widow,
one pure to
thee, witch
one shall it
be,
both, as
only she
can see,
will be now
poisoned,
as is she

No freedom
but a slave
to onyx
ways, waste
it on me,
destiny
betrays,
free will
indeed,
born of thy
brain,
handed to
thee,
unleashes
the pain,
the gift will
fill, bitter
is the ill

Circling
thy
pray…
today is
thy day,
evermore to
thee…
wake up
and see,
Lying in
wait, malice
for fate,
anticipation
of, the
hunt and
thrill,
Cruelty
brings
forth,
pleasure to
her sport,
the stage
to be
set…
Widow not
regret,
For time
has come
to play
with the
toy sit
back and
enjoy
Right time,
to
infiltrate,
the mind of
the weak,
to seduce,
the spirit
of the
strong,
time to
attack…


With eyes
that carve,
my heart
will starve,
and retched
is my soul
to be,
everlasting
darkness
beset on
thee,

My blood
will be
shed, nay,
for only in
thy head,
When taken
thence you
see the
light…
of darkness
crow spirit
in
flight…..
Never to
return, pain
will burn,
my fate
you did
earn, the
venom a
worm,
remember
it well
as I burn
in hell…