Beware The Widow's Curse...
She cares not whom the mate she takes,
It's the ceremony she adores.
Silk and roses and wedding cake
are what she lives--and kills--for.
But once the ritual is complete,
her bite is surely deadly.
Her thirst is once again repleat...
For she's picked her new prey already.
(I am NOT a fan of weddings. That silly poem, I wrote in 10 minutes just for this picture was first posted. I don't write poetry, which is probably quite obvious. ;D) |
The simplicity and near-total lack of shading is so effective...
And that poem...he ain't half bad.