This came from last nights unfinished dream. Glad that I could remember it this morning when I got up. Wrote this all down before I got out of bed. Now waiting for next dream installment.
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Wedding Murder
22 Jan 2011
More than 3,000 years ago
In this castle
Floating deep in space
A legend on its on
No one lives here anymore
Long dead ghosts walk here
But many come seeking
A mystery old yet living
Today they shall have
The Wedding Murder again
A reenactment all did wait
Maybe this time will solve
The castle a museum now
People walk through daily
The most curious piece
The crown of the bride
Very pretty crown of gold
Made by the family
Just for her Wedding
Everyone wants a closer look
In the center a missing stone
No one ever thought
Was worth much of anything
But it was a stone collected
As a child the bride loved to play
With little stones she found
Playing here and there
Where ever the family did visit
All know the story
Of Bride and Groom
A beautiful Wedding
Then all did bow
A prayer said
Then a odd sound
Like something falling to the floor
Followed by a young girls scream
Bride and Groom lay
Still upon the floor
Mothers weeping
Over them
That morning a wedding
That evening a funeral
The Groom wept
As they lay her away
For 1,000 years no one
Was allowed to return
But curiosity that did change
Now all seek strange questions
Where is the stone
Why is it gone
What really killed the bride
Whose ghost walks these halls
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