Gervic's Poetic Explorations

Deranged Bride

In a dark, secluded, dilapidated room
A deranged bride was left by her groom
With shackles clasped in both her hands
Shards are strewn where she stands.

She laughs, screams, and then bursts into a wail
As blood oozes slowly on her veil.
With gritted teeth, she cries out in pain.
caused by the bruises from her chain.

Sweat messes up her once perfect tress
Clots stain her white wedding dress.
She tries to pluck each cluttered red
And gently clustered it on that filthy bed.

On a witching hour, when the moon shines bright
Still, in her place shines no light.
It's dark, like a pit where light has shun
In front of her rises a headless nun.

She screams at what she sees.
And feels the trembling of her knees
After a few moments, she feels beguiled.
Then she smiles and cackles like a child.


Word Count: 147 words
Line Count: 20 lines