The Wedding Night

The bride burned herself

On the night of her wedding

Wearing every drop of gold

And wearing every drop of sanity

Bestowed upon her.

There goes my pride,

said her agnate

There goes my pride,

said her father.

There goes my poster,

said her groom.

While no one ever noticed,

On the outside, she stood.

Wearing a smile that,

she never would.

Oh darling,

Now you are in a place

That no ladder would ever touch.

Now you are in a place

where you will remain,

yours forever.

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