Ghost Bride

They tell the story of a bride to be.
They say her hair was brown and had a waist,as thin can be.
She was known for her beauty.

For her brown ,beautiful eyes.
Her thin waist and her height.
They say she used to look fo a man.

To run and away and marry.
So she find happiness and she can feel merry.
They say she found a man as handsome can be.

And with lots of cash.
She fell real fast.
And was quickly in a rush.

Her story’s been told over the years.
To children,elderly and peers.
So they met up secretly at night.

In order to marry,kept the whole thing tight.
They say you don’t need much when you’re inlove.
She wore her mother’s wedding dress,fit like a glove.

With the lace corset and attention to detail.
They get ready to get wed.
But then everything went black,as she waited in the dark.

Her wedding dress wet.
She was dead as dust.
She was gone and rust.

With a big red stain.
She no longer felt any pain.
When you mention her story,skeletons would sing.

About the ghost bride,the bride to be.
Who lost her life long ago.
At a time she felt foul.

They sing,you die,we all pass away.
But when you go away,there’s no pain at all.
Except for your heartbeat that fall.

At the end we end up as remains.
And plants grow on top,they grow.
When we die,we lose our chains.

And we relieve all pain.
When the plan went into action,her life was plain.
She sings,I love you to the bones.

They played a game and she knows.
As she waited in the dark.
Dogs warn her and bark.

They sang,we all pass away.
But it also takes the pain away.
She hoped to meet her true love.

A young man perhaps.
To move on before the twig snaps.
And that’s the story of our ghost bride.