You need not see the bride’s snow-white gown twice,
conquering every single piece of the endless blood-red carpet,
including all gazes,
even the lurking ones,
made from pure evil within.

Cherishment here and there,
as time gets ****** in,
sinister bolts strike through dense crowds,
witnessing a soon falling angel.

A chilling scream echoes,
hinting at the ever-watchful walls,
muffled whispering mockingly in a hush,
blending red and white altogether,
pink blood webs rooting beneath her feet,
shadow falling across the black velvet.