Spurious Sonambulance

I watch as the widow waltzes through empty corridors

Vacant, wretched corridors

She dances and departs from consciousness

The widow is waltzing in her sleep!

The insects and arachnids long to lull her furthermore

She stirs at their requests but wakes nevermore!

Her steps sporadically stutter!

Her head rolls and lips feign a grin

The insects and arachnids hubristically spin 

Dashingly darting further down the damned corridor!

The insects flutter and flock

The arachnids stalk with her down the corridor! 

They whisper and mutter

Her body performs no shutter!

And the arachnids and insects—

ravenously rush her down the ringing corridor!

“She is dormant!” I cry!

Though they drag her down the damned corridor

“Oh but she is dancing!” The arachnids bellow

Widow’s expression is far from mellow

Though the widow never wails and cries

She dances down the corridor to her direst arise!