The white splattered with red,
Unkempt hair across her face,
Deep brown eyes in denial,
Luscious lips mouthed her last, "Why?!"
Happiest day of her life, it was supposed to be.
Wedded to her sweetheart, she would have been.
His icy cold fingers; manic eyes.
The warmth of the angel stirs,
A renewed lust in him.
A sinister smile; the dagger deep into her.
Twice, thrice plunging into her.....
Out of his trance he breaks; a moment too late.
Holds her; his wife she would have been.
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