Bride
Once, on a lovely dayThat was full of spring and life
There was a happy bride
Who wore a happy smile
For many a year she had planned
And now everything would go her way.
But she didn’t see what was in the shadows
That had watched her all the while.
The bride only thought of the vows she’d say
Now that she was to have her wedding.
All her happiness made the shadow lurker gay
With the thought of tossing it all aside.
It was a very sad day in May,
When a joyous bride had died.
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