"Come into my parlor" Says the Ragdolly Ripper (Riddler)

Here you see what is about to be found
A wealth of pretty poisons and venom laying 'round.

('Tis what he asked for, is it not?)

She sits, red-lipped, red-tipped, bright-eyed
And knows poets' eyes will be opened plum wide.

What is it? Who is she? How does she? And "why?"
Perhaps Her only purpose is to let sorrows fly.

The answer is not what you seek in this riddle
It's not here, or there, or even the middle.

For the littlest riddler is riddling abound
There's no secret identity here to be found.

No Dark Defender, no Lady in White
Only She knows to fight the strange fight.

She will show unannounced the way that she cares
Perhaps through the riddles She awkwardly shares.

Just know that She is here, watching and wishing
And silently observing, and perhaps wish-fishing!

So if there's a thought that you think must be taught
Pull up a chair, or a carpet or cot!

It's not 1, not 2, not 3 days a week
Don't be TOO shy, for She is not meek.

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and.......WAIT!

Out of place was that rhyme,
But she's sure in time,
Perhaps today or too late.

For She's here to provide
What she sees inside (outside).

Or behind that black curtain,
contusions and parades,
and missing you so far,
and lovers crossed like stars,
and Bonnie and Clyde,
And dawning of dead men,
And dead lovers,
and the un-dead or DEAD!


Or Lady Dolores,
ghosts of her and of you,
And of morgues and morticians

Who may just tell you to Bring More Knives

Nevertheless, She did quit her rhyming,
For She was sadly looking upon her timing.

She is here for as long as she will be needed,
Even if her advice is never quite heeded.

For she does love you all, and she is quite chipper,
Who is she you ask? Well, the Ragdolly Ripper!