Haunting images rose in a dark mass,

it was a shadow that moved fast,

and life would never last,

I had to look, there was no choice,

as the calling of the dead made one voice,

candles burned dim,

you could smell the wax,

the flames were thin,

as I really tried to take it all in,

my bones would tremble,

as I entered the shadowy room,

a distant gloom,

showed no pride,

a murdered bride,

and a guilty groom,

on her far side,

it wasn’t my murder,

but I felt compelled to hide.