Aregund, Aregunda, Arnegund, Aregonda, or Arnegonda (c. 515/520-580) was a Frankish queen, the wife of Clotaire I, king of the Franks, and the mother of Chilperic I of Neustria. She was the sister of Ingund, one of Clotaire's other wives. Ingund and Aregund were the daughters of Baderic, King of Thuringia.
It is said that Ingund was quite alarmed at her sister staying single and asked her husband Clotaire to find Aregund a husband. After meeting his sister-in-law, Clotaire is rumoured to have announced to his wife he had found her indeed a new husband who deserved her: himself!
This needs to be taken with a grain of salt. Whilst Merovingian kings were not polygamist but certainly serial husbands, one needs to have a look at the number of children Ingund and Aregund had. 5 sons and one daughter we know of against only one son.
The study of Aregund's skeleton suggests she had a child when she was aged about 18 which was late for the time as girls generally married at the age of 15. We also know she must have been limping again osteo-archaeology found out she has suffered poliomyelitis at a young age. Clotaire may have married his sister-in-law out of pity of a girl who was not deemed marriable due to her lameness or possibly as the death rate in childbirth was high, Aregund succeeded her sister to foster her orphaned nephews and nieces. Ingund died between 538 and 546 AD.
The thouht of you has plagued my years
I see you now
Crawling all over me
Symptom of my darkest fears
With me now
Living inside of me
In the night
As you sleep
the web begins to form
Across your face to suffocate
And kill before the dawn
Arachnid
Strangely drawn towards her lair
certain death ,
she wants to be part of you
Lie in wait my choice of mate
I can't resist she
Bites and devours you
Lift your body
>From the ground
Strech octapoidal limbs
Leave the web
Without a sound
The fantasy begins
Come into the parlour said the spider
to the fly
Not really knowing that the end is
drawing nigh
Making love in ecstacy,the venom she injects
Death is swift,limbs entwined amid
arachnid sex
the scent you spread i know so well
could leave me dead
Hopelessly mesmerised
Your bite will mean the end to me
Can you see i'm
Helplessly hypnotised
Panic stricken
Terrified
Cocooned within the web
Arachnophobic
Misery
Release me from this living nightmare
If i stalk you must
forgive me
For this dance is my