Captured in love's trance, Their hearts fused into one. Destined at first glance, Their true love had finally come. Teacupped gowns twisting, The same colourful blends, Painted beauties searching, Fighting for happy ends. |
One object grants who shall wed,
But what was gold now drips red. The blade so cunning, Grants two bloody streams, Nay, two rivers running, Drowning out their screams. Heart so pure, Her spirit will endure. But chained by death, Will she ever take a breath? |