Izzy, an arachnid's tale
Webs of silent stickyness
Fangs that beauties possess.
Thoughts of eightlegged lovliness
And your mutated furry chest.
Izzy you were my love,
I thought of you I burn,
I shall miss you evermore,
in hope of a wanted return.
Carnivorous and deadly,
you stalk your prey at night,
you had starved of meat for humans needs,
when tookish lept into your sight,
her muscles young and tender,
to devour was only fair,
you young and lifeless arachnid,
no longer in your lair.