The Living Bride
He lifts a glass
And toasts a health
To her past
And future self
She shall be forgiven for her pride
When she becomes The Living Bride
They shared a sweetness
The boy and she
They knew no less
Than what they could see
But she will never leave his side
For she is now The Living Bride
He went to them
To grant them peace
A black ribbon stem
To make nightmares cease
She saw it and she tried to hide
She did not want to be The Living Bride
But he saw her run
And caught her arm
She ran into the sun
Away from harm
For in sunlight his hands are tied
He could not make her The Living Bride
He found her soon
And pulled her near
And said in a croon
And she trembled with fear
"My love, how long I have my time bide
Waiting to make you The Living Bride."
He smeared her face
With blood of life
She hated the taste
Of her lover's strife
But now he was dead and she had not cried
Her fate – to be The Living Bride
So now she lies
In peaceful sleep
She no longer tries
To come back from the deep
For she no longer has her pride
She has become The Living Bride
A/N: I'm not really a poetry person so I'm a little nervous about posting this. I worked really hard on it though, so I hope someone enjoys it! Unfortunately the spacing has gone a bit skew-iffy.
Love
Katie
