I am Pride.
My place is by my husband's side.
Even though I am devoted to God
No matter the challenge, the war, the mistress
I am his Queen and there I shall stay.
I am Greed.
I reach too high, some may say.
But I know that I will be his wife
And I know I will give him everything
Just as I will take everything.
I am Sloth.
I was plucked from the saftey of my home
To become the bride of a witty and handsome man
I bore him a son, but not any daughters
Instead I woke to Death's embrace as I lay
I am Wrath.
Although I was chosen to be his bethrothed
He scoffed and turned me away without a glance
Outside I smile, but inside my organs are turning
How dare he refuse the Anne of Cleves!
I am Lust.
My King chose me to be his bride
For my body, my looks, my unfailing disguise
But another stole my heart so the King got pissed
And he chopped off my head, blood staining his hands
I am Envy.
Quietly, I sit. Waiting for his death
I had never loved him, but I didn't hate him
I should've been able to wed my true love
But my life is warped, twisted, broken.
I am Gluttony.
I will always want more
Until the end of my time, I will never stop
My six wives were just my high-class whores
My body needs pleasure as a dog needs water