My Halloween Bride

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This a poem that was on my english class board it was written by someone but they didn't sign their name to it so i'm putting it on here for eveyrone to enjoy

Submitted: August 24, 2012

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Submitted: August 24, 2012



Come with me my Halloween Bride,

And let us walk this night with pride.

Your skin so pale, So deliciously cold.

Frail, dead beating heart I long to hold.


Fear not the day, we have plenty of time,

Your lush, red lips belong to mine.

Let them stare and marrel at your grace,

How the dark curls frame an angels face.


I live for the tone of your silver voice,

That draws children from their safety without a choice.

Let us feast and chase through this night so alive,

Before day break, our freedom deprives.


I follow your laces eager to clasp,

Your dangerouse love within my grasp.

Your strength comes from blood, mine from the moon,

I gaurd you through daylight within your tomb.

Your lover, protector, slave on the inside,

And you my sweet horror, my Halloween Bride.

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