THE DARK BRIDE (Monotetra)
~The Dark Bride~
At first I didnt see or hear him
But to me came on just a whim
Spruced up in black he looked so grim
And all is dim,and all is dim.
Trying to find a place to hide
I opened the door and outside
Ran out as he followed I cried
I'm not your bride,I'm not your bride!
At last I found place of my own
where he cann't touch me as I groan
Now I lay safe under a stone
Here rest my bones,here rest my bones.
Dorian Petersen Potter
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