The creature Grizelda crept
casting a web of  baneful deceit
A widow of ebony to be sure
impaling her lovers beneath her feet
With her dusky locks, bosoms lush
entrancing smile and siren song
They take the bait in blind trust
she lures them in and strings them along
Keeping them close with seductive whiles
she infiltrates what they holds dear
and feeding from their life's labors
with lurid intent precise and clear
The widow now will strike them down
weary soles of these drained men
Since laid slain and entombed forever
she'll pursue again and again and again