The Bride

By: Skeletopia

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A bride to be, she waits for him.

A beauty of swan-like grace,

Adorned in winter snow.

A bride to be, she waits for him

To lift this curse of solitude

She cannot bear to face.

A bride to be, she waits for him

A beauty of swan-like grace,

Held together by this costume.

A bride to be, she waits for him

To meet her ‘pon the breaking waves

At the tide, where death joins two.

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2 thoughts on “The Bride

  1. I love the flow and imagery of this.

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