Marriage

    marriage is a flower, that blooms on any day
    when emotions begin to tower, and hate is left to stray
    
    it blooms on a wintry dawn, or maybe a summer night
    leaving envious to fawn, until the break of light
    
    nurtured by love, the fauna stands tall
    pure as a white dove, cool as the autumn fall


    Rusted Ring
    broken oath
    shadows sing
    love I loathe
    
    Pain eternal
    bloody tears
    dark internal
    forgotten years

    You I hate
    You I love
    prince coming late
    blood stained dove

    Black lace veil
    widow's song
    banshee's wail
    gone too long