This is a poem I wrote while listening to "Remains of the Day". I hope you enjoy. I just got to wondering...what about Emily's family? A short poem regarding her Father, and the loss of his little girl.
The Corpse Bride storyline belongs to Tim Burton, not me. Not at all. Nope. Enjoy.
There it was again
Music
Music
Always in his brain
Music Music
That little song,
That lovely little song,
That lovely little song that his Emily used to play
Before that dark and fateful day
He awoke to find her gone,
Dress, jewels, gold and all gone.
Not a whisper, not a trace,
Not even a hint of her face.
Music Music
Echoed round, round round round-!
Music
Music
Lovely little piano sang with no hand to play.
Long nights, long days,
Emily gone. His pride, his joy,
His little girl, singing she did enjoy
Little song,
Lovely little song
Lovely little song my Emily used to play.
Dust, cobwebs, shame, disgrace
All because of that boy with the handsome face.
He's to blame,
He's to shame,
Too bad there is no name…
Music
Music
Music
Play it again, Emily…
Papa loves your lovely little song…