Red Veil

Love... can rob you of everything.

It was always implied but never said,

Roses fell as I danced with the dead.

Laughter resonated through the room,

For the man who was robbed from was my groom.

Moonlight illuminated my unpleasant face,

And I walked down the hall, lacking poise and grace.

The soft brown earth was wet and cold,

I whispered my goodbyes to my house which was sold.

The violin was playing and the chimes were ringing,

The creature in the robe was there waiting.

A smile on my lips as the roses fell,

Closer I was, to the flames of hell.

It was always implied but never said,

It was also my reflection, who danced with the dead.

The End

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