The Bride of Death
“Oh what a shame”
She heard as she passed
the people idling.
Pity bounced
off the walls,
as she walked with
her fate sealed in the halls.
Oh the church bells were a-ringing,
as she walked to a gruesome groom.
Her veil was soaked in sorrow,
“How could she have been such a fool?”
Accepting this proposal, it would leave her to wither away,
the people murmuring that she wouldn’t live another day.
The Bride of Death,
A tragic role to play.
But she knew better
than what they had to say.
For when her warm, red lips had brushed his cold, dead ones,
suddenly he collapsed.
The crowd was filled with shock
as her smile turned to ash.
Her angel like hair became dipped in gray,
As her warm sunny skin began to fade away.
Her voice was shrill with laughter,
As the chaos had become undone
The Queen of Death claimed her title
By kissing him with poison.
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