Bridal Ballad (5 years after seperation)

The ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;

Satin and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when he first breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell-

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

But he spoke to reassure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow,

While a reverie came o'er me,

And to the churchyard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,

Thinking him dead D'Elormie,

'O I am happy now!'

And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow,

And, though though my faith be broken,

And, though my heart be broken,

Here is a ring, as token

That I am happy now!

Would God I awaken!

For I dream I know not how!

And my soul is sorely shaken

Lest an evil step be taken,-

Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.

She slammed the book of poems shut, it had been five years since she had last seen Beetlejuice, and she had learned to hide her pain. She began to date as Delia had begged, eventually one of the men asked her to marry him, and she said yes if only to move life on, why would it matter otherwise, there would never be anyone who could understand her like him. She had been married for three months now, she was as happy as she could be, and he never noticed if she was anything less, he was on a business trip in Tokyo, Japan so she decided to finally comply with Delia's wishes and come clean out her old bedroom. She was clearing off her shelf when her old Edgar Allen Poe book fell onto the floor and opened to the poem she had just read, she spent the next three hours in a flurry of movement trying to keep her mind on anything but him. By the time she had finished packing everything in her car, it was nearing midnight, and she kindly refused Delia's invition of staying the night, with the fake excuse of dentist's appointment. One last look at her childhood bedroom window, now sans curtains, one fleeting thought of an old poltergiest. She thought to herself, "It was always you I loved."