Widow in the Dark

Widow in the Dark by Jita FM In the shadow lanes where the cold wars sleep, A silhouette hunts on a silent sweep. Widow rising—black steel in the void, One pulse of her ECM and your lock’s destroyed. She blooms like a spider on a broken thread, Eight eyes glowing where the brave turn dead. Capsuleer pride melts fast into fear, You won’t hear her jump, only feel her near. And the grid goes red, Your systems misread, You think you’re in control, But she’s already in your head. Widow in the dark—she’s the last thing you’ll see, A web of disruption wrapped around your destiny. If you cling to…