Terror in her eyes
then she'll realize!
For there it will always lay
die - from the inside out.
She will be torn,
she will get never a fair warn.
She must hide.
The pain will haunt,
the fear will taunt
Run as fast as you can!
Hope to be never seen again!
Or you'll be torn inside
as did the poor mistreatened bride.
Her pain haunts all
weak and dull.
She holds her head high,
ready to die!
But death does not take
like Cleo and the snake.
Venom does not pass through
all is clear yet blue.
Tears form in her eyes
Paranoia, a grand surprise!
She holds the apple still
getting phyiscally ill.
Ready to cry
Wanting to die.
Loath the warning!
You may regret the morning.
Heed thee words alongside!
Listen to the beaten bride!
She curls in her ball.
She cannot take it all!
Quivering silent and still,
she waits for the kill.
Though it never comes.
Her eye become shifty,
her actions, thrifty.
She cannot take much more,
because of him, she is a whore.
She waits for the stride!
And all shall cry
"Look to the north!
for then travel thus forth!"
Then once they cry,
"Oh! The poor brutalized bride!"
Though the pity is fake,
and no-one can mistake.
How ruined is all?
Beatened, forced to crawl-
away from the pain
Never seen again!
What became of the bride,
that everyone cried?
Radiant and fair!
How could someone dare,
mistreat this creature of God?
She had no-one, no-one cared.
This was the love she hath known
though it was never told.
She could not escape!
This was her horrible fate!
She was forced to hide!
Oh this poor mistreated bride!