In the garden of despair she sits
her path has left her to fall to bits
the way she had tended her garden
was as selfish as when she slept

She could have never know better
with such a grand teacher of fools
she was made the spore of evils and lies
as she caught men just as spiders do flies

Oh wicked widow of *******
noire innocents when your heart is black
you know when justice comes
the good will get you back

So keep your poison Ivy
for it will protect you only for a while
and when you are called to account
angels of light, will wipe away your sickening smile

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris