The bride moved slowly down the aisle the groom watches with a smile her hair flowed in cascade through a played-out serenade candles burned away every tear her love killed all fear his eyes flickered through the night such a lovely, beautiful light two hours later with their life still strong she thinks here they both belong but in that same desperate hour -- while she stood over the last flower-- a sudden pain shot through her spine her blood poured out in a red line.
He pulled the blade and began to shake unwilling to listen to the life he would take her body fell unto the ground screams echoing without sound she turned around to look at him clearly " how could this be the man I held so dearly?" the groom plunged the knife into her side and merely smiled as he murdered his bride.
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Sun Jul 23, 2006 @ 11:50pm · 1 Comments |