by Isobel, Grade 11
Skeleton prince,
Rise from your grave,
Your widowed bride is here,
She longs for you,
Your shining bones,
Her vision true and clear,
She wears a face of porcelain,
False blush upon her cheeks,
And sits among the grieving blooms,
All day, all night, all week
It’s nights like this, like Hallow’s Eve,
We find her walking here,
To be with you,
Her love now lost,
Or at least be very near,
Skeleton prince,
You breathe again,
It’s time to see your bride
She’s here, right here,
She longs for you,
Your voice and skin and mind,
She missed you so,
Your little fights,
The games you’d let her win,
Your twin flame souls,
Entwined and live,
Two leaves upon the wind,
So this time take her with you,
On this twisting path of time,
Cross a river,
Pay with coin,
So you may reach the other side,
Skin so pink and full of life,
Falls gently at her side,
Her bones exposed,
And yet she roams,
Always your murdered wife