Corps bride meds from death sworn never to love again
No life to live in eternity’s garment

Maggots eating her joys in the head of the bride
Moths in the stomach eating the butterflies of the wedding
The pale cold white skin swallows the youthful, blooming woman on her special day

A moment of time to be together, dose death part us forever?
Blood think as wine stained the gown.
Breathless, the night of her death.
The beauty of which she was forever rid.
Dirt filled her lungs, perfectly timed finger nails broken, locks of her curled hair gone.
Where she was found dead.

No longer a living fairy tale, but decades sleeping with Death himself.
Stabbed with his lie of his false love.
But a curse to find her true love.
Never going back to the man that parted her life.
But to move forward with a curse and Death behind her back.