The Bride

While laying in my bed at night

I can hear her mournful cries

I'm sleeping in the very room

Where they say this woman dies

She always stands at the foot of my bed

But I'm afraid to look and see

She doesn't leave for many hours

She just stands there looking at me

How she died, simply no one knows

It was a hundred years ago

I don't know what keeps her here

But her spirit will not go

Then late one night, I decided to look

As she stood at the foot of my bed

I was expecting a thing of awesome beauty

But it was a corpse, half-rotted instead

She said, "I'll follow you where ever you go,

Where ever that place might be

For you've seen the bride before the wedding,

And now you must marry me"

So I moved away the very next day

While thinking I could hide

But she's no longer at the foot of my bed

For now she's by my side

Reviews

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Spooky indeed .. .. (4th line, did you intend to write "died" ) ...

You should write stories .. Interesting ..

Jasmine

[Renée]

OoOoo me like !