Come past the nettles that mark my grave,
As the dawn of midnight strikes,
And fulfill your promise to keep me safe,
Under the moon so bright.
Poisoned wine flows from my parted lips,
Come kiss the pain away,
Onto my gown the blood wine drips,
Dead, on my wedding day.
Oh, come to me, my love,
The poison cuts my heart,
And let the phrase mean no more,
"Till death do us part".
P.S. Her name's Annabelle. She's pretty, right?
P.P.S. All poems are written by me unless stated.
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