She stood before the shattered glass,
A bride of sin, of smoke and mass.
The veil dripped red, her lips were pale,
Her vow was written in a devil’s tale.
The church was empty, yet filled with eyes,
Whispers crawl through the cries.
No priest to bless, no god around —
Just ashes swirling on holy ground.
Her heart had once been soft, divine,
Now beats to an infernal chime.
She made her deal beneath the moon,
For love too cruel, for death too soon.
He came to her in silken flame,
A voice of honey, sharp with shame.
He promised power, eternal grace —
She saw no horns upon his face.
So now she walks the aisle of bone,
Her spirit bound, her name unknown.
Each step she takes, the candles scream,
Her wedding was a nightmare dressed as a dream.
The ring — a serpent, forged in fire,
The kiss — a wound, a dark desire.
The crowd of ghosts begins to bow,
Their queen ascends — she wears it now.
The blood-stained gown becomes her skin,
A second birth, a crown of sin.
She turns to him, no fear, no sound —
Her tears burn holes through sacred ground.
He smiles and lifts her lifeless hand,
“Together we’ll rule this dying land.”
And as the church falls deep in flame,
They whisper softly — her forgotten name.
Now when the moon bleeds through the town,
They say she roams in her blood-stained gown.
The bells still toll, the earth still cries,
For the bride who never truly dies.
One great line and stanza after another. Enjoying your work. Bravo!
D.
Thank you I’m glad you’re enjoying my work 😊