A love so strong, it’d last a lifetime, and even ever after. Renew our vows in a mausoleum with a ghostly phantom pastor.

Boney fingers intertwine— a love to last the ages. Spider eggs instead of rice will be thrown to celebrate us.

A skeleton horse-drawn carriage awaits us at the steps. The driver snaps a fiery whip— we’re sure he must be Death.

Ghouls and goblins cheer alike as we pass through the cemetery. A living soul would be terrified, but to us, it’s not so scary.

Lipless lips join for a kiss— the end of all our strife. There’s no one with whom I’d rather spend the rest of my afterlife.

The slab of stone is cool to the touch, or else I can assume. My bony fingers cannot feel the texture of my tomb.

Thorny roses coil around, like viny verdant veins. Concealing details of my death, and safeguarding my name.

The moss and twisted trees are gnarly and deformed. A forest from a nightmare, or a dream from long before.

I wait for something lost to time— the wind my only friend. A breeze that tickles strands of hair that cling to my rotten head.

For though they loved me, I can hope, they’ve never come to say. They buried me way out here, and then they lost the way.