the cat cleaned her paws and watched,
the evening light awaited,
the chiming of the clock.
The firelight cast its shadow,
on the silent waiting form,
as the dreamer sat there dreaming,
of the love that might soon call!
Once, twice, thrice, the clock crocked its song,
but the ghost never heard,
as her heart had died afore!
Estel my vengence!
Pip my curse!
The rats along the table,
nestling in my skirt!
Her heart was given true , to the alter it merrily danced
look at Pretty Havershame the gusts could only laugh!
The mirror still looking on,
with dust and cobweb scowl,
the ring of gold now circles,
the bones of marital vow.
As the daylight ends
the ghost in torment howls,
"I wait my love, I wait!"
but the groom never comes!
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