Scarlet Bride

A whisper of wind, a hushed sigh.

A scarlet bride, dosn't know how to hide.

Her dress of the dead, stained dark red.

She flaunts around without a sound.

No need for noise when have sight.

To lay apon her scarlet light.

She twists and turns, and would watch you burn.

For the love and the lust, you so yearn.

For the safeplace of heaven, and danger of hell.

Nothing will stop her, not even your yell.

The graves will take a chance,

when the bride does her dance.

Her dress will lead the way,

to the place you'll rest one day.