|BABYLON QUEEN - The Black Widow - J H Aldridge|
Babylon Queen -- The Black Widow ©
The Hourglass Spider has no Husband beside her
She has drawn out all of his blood.
Drawn her strong Toddy out of his body
And has swept in like a flood.
The Babylon Queen is exceeding keen
To enthrone herself in her Conquered land
To serve her time in a Liberal Clime
To prepare for her Ultimate Stand.
She draws her food for her Sinister Brood
Out of Her Husband's vein.
His writhing around while losing ground
Does not prevent her injecting her Bane.
To be Mistress of the House of her former Spouse
Is the consuming passion of this Shrew.
"No Widow I, nor pine nor sigh;
My beauty will ever see me through".
"I sit a Queen, and it shall be seen
That I am Regent of mine own.
Through my Red Hourglass the Blood has passed
And I shall be Mistress Under the Dome."
The Weather Vane of the Horse's mane
Drips with Wine of her Fornication,
And she has drunk deep of the Crimson Seep
Wipes her mouth, and exults in her Station.
"No wickedness have I done today under the Son.
I have but done as the Black Widow Spider.
I have eaten the hand of my Liege Man
And his carcass will extend my web wider".
The Spider's Hands draw out sticky strands
To hang traps in her Kings' Palaces.
She pours her Mingled Wine from Another's Vine
Out of her costly and Ringing Chalices.
In that Great City of Ships where all are Made Rich
By reason of Trade and Costliness,
The Web of her hands over The Globe expands,
And her Eggs of Pearl blasphemies express.
But, in One Hour, the LORD will deflower
And Pillory this eight-legged Whore
And with One Accord, with Flaming Sword
She will be severed and found no more.
The Daughter of The Spider, none to guide her,
Will write of herself her own Book.
And draw out a tale of Bane and of Baal
And make into a Sword her Pruning Hook.
What then will be said of Blood that was shed
Will resound in The palace through and through
And within the Royal Court they will make sport
And burn her with fire, rue on rue.
And the will her Web shrink away and ebb
And the Sand will have run out in the Glass.
The Horns will have decried and mightily defied
And burned her Spire to a molten Mass.
Woe! Desolation is come; Commerce ceased to hum
And Her City is blackened with Fire.
The Scarlet-Colored Beast her Life has Ceased;
Thrust her through on its Horns of Ire.
No more the Black Widow, Daughter of Megiddo;
Laid down with Ahab the King.
Naught but hands and feet lying in the street
Now result from the Hourglass Spider's sting.
"...receive power as Kings One Hour with The Beast..." Revelation 17:12
[Inspired by the Holy Spirit, November 8-9, 2000]