Plowing the earth my bosom drops sweat and mine eyes glow bright red
The bells are quite loud today I think

I see a woman ascending the hill
In a gown of gossamer she glided
and barely I distinguished
the silhouette of the bridegroom awaiting her atop

I can not say much of him
but only that his tux was only tulle
and his face I could not see
as a mask concealed his identity

The woman turned permitting me to now see her face
it was ashen
which I later realized was the result of a wound to her chest

she casted me a rueful grin
and continued her ascent
it was now then I recognized that I was able to see his face

He had an unearthly air about him
and most of his face which lied obscure in the depths of shadows slowly revealed itself to me

his eyes were red but alluring as the blood of wine
his body was but mere threads
and his mouth a swell which gaped wide as if to swallow me under

it was only when I looked down to my own chest
did I see the river of blood flowing around me
and the fork embedded within my breast

The delusion finally cleared and reality reared its head
but it was all too late I could no longer be saved
as I had already came face to face with death


© Tatyanna