A poem in honour of the corpse Bride

Friends I will tell you a story

Of a maid whose heart was torn

She gave her love to a man unkind

Such a one should never be borne

He asked just one thing of her

To leave her home, her life

He would always love her

He would take her for his wife

All she abandoned for his love

Into his arms she was received

But he didn’t want her then

She had been deceived

Seduced abandoned poor heart broken

No comfort could she find

Grieving vowed that she would

One day have her true love by her side

Broken in body and broken in mind

Buried under the oak tree she resides

Her soul trapped by her own vows

Waiting for the husband that may not love her ‘till he dies.

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