Ms. Arachne

O great goddess Athena
Whose ways have shaped our own drear worlds
Your grace that danced of lust and need
Have your choices done us wrong?
Or shown us death through beauty?

Was she wrong to boast of skill?
To threaten you of mortal will
Did she best you of your craft?
Get to far from human ways
And deserve the wrath
Of a goddess known best from war

Her weaving was undeniable
Beauty enough to draw her hate
Envy followed her every wake
She found her gift and thought of fate
Alas it was her downfalll

a goddess knows true vengence
Ms. Arachne is now aware
For she was once a fair maiden
But now spins of despare
And takes revenge of an art

"Hello dear butterfly
Whose flowen into my den
Your wings are now mine
Nureshment for my resentment.
Let your brotheren hear you cry"

To show your new masterpiece
And spin new webs of your release
Turn your secrets into children
And invent your passion into a species
To breed together madame black widow

So as a capricorn deep rooted with the earth
Always fiending for something more
A wiccan artist searching for design
My black widow tatto will represent
A womens hunger for passion, praise, and deadly beauty