The dark bride summoned by her chastity
Is pulled forward on a knit of wool
Towards the man that she will embrace
Poison thorns circled on her head
Makes her glow where others bleed
Her cupid breasts milky white
Yet to be dirtied
Are cupped and caressed
Suspended in mid air
The couple dance
With awkward limbs and grotesque thoughts
Till light separates them eternally
They wait for the dark
When they can be together again
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