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A figure stands, a haunted bride
Left at the altar, where she died

He must pay the price, her claim
To making sure he is to blame

Promised he would stay forever
Then turned away, thought he was clever

Silly man, he’ll not escape
The ire brought by his mistake

She’ll come at him, in dark of night
This ghostly figure, dressed in white

And hidden well, beneath her veil
A sharpened blade, made to impale

Blood now seals his human fate
What should have been, upon this date

As she takes from him, his Earthly life
So she can become, his unearthly wife


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