Obsidian Opague

I am darkness
in the darkness.
With night glasses
I observe the
black widow.
I watch as she
weaves her web
on the unsuspecting
hearts of men.
She travels the threads
and waits at the end
watching her prey
with eager eyes.
But eats she does not
only bagging the hearts
for her children.
She is my special friend.
I know that her intentions
are pure as the driven snow
but her methods I question.
Why does she not eat
I'll never know.
So much food
and such tasty morsels.
Her children must be hungry
and how could one be her mate?
I love the black widow
but love life more.