Corpse Bride

a short poem

A young couple, so youthful and full of joy
Nothing could dare destroy
It felt as if their life has just begun
Fate made a plan to end their good run
Everything was too sure and set, said Fate
She decided to wait until a certain date

A challenge, she felt was proper
Nothing could dare stop her
On their white wedding night
Fate’s wish had taken flight
A seed had hatched in the groom
It filled all his heart’s room
This dark, evil spell
was one of bitter hell

He grew sick with lust
Their romance crusted with dust
His heart chose infidelity
The groom only acted devilishly
A bride so torn and sad
Her soul withered and turned bad

Her skin, full of maggots and rot
As she laid in a coffin plot
Her soul was still restless and tied
She became a corpse bride