But then there was
A shaking in the ground
It knocked death off his laughing chair
But then there was
A shaking in the ground
It knocked death off his laughing chair
Now the bride, what became of her?
Surely she was confused by the night’s events, after all
She was wed to death, bound for eternity
And now
Well, now she wasn’t sure
A woman in Paris, or somewhere similar,
Perhaps London, in another time
Was came upon by two suitors
The latter less fair in appearance, she chose the former
In favor of his beauty
Neglecting to see the heart behind the smile
The lie hidden in the promise
To have and to hold
Truly, till death would they part
“Where are you off to now?” Darcie’s father asked as she ran up to him, a giddy smile on her face.
“To the western wood, to tend the orchard, as always father.”
“You be careful, I want you around for the harvest.” He said jokingly.
“I promise.” She said as she leaned in close, kissing him on the cheek.
With that, she ran out of the house and into the open farmland. Her hair unfurled in the breeze, each lock flowing freely in the wind. She felt much the same. She was free. She could go wherever she wished, be with whomever she wished. But there was only one she wished to be with. And she knew where he lived.