In a world where chaos fills ever drop of rain..
Sorrow has flooded all that faces pain..
Her long, bloody dress drooping behind her as she walks.
Dead, emotionless eyes stare, daring not to talk.
She holds out one hand to the dead, fiery bird.
It's opens it's eyes and stares at her without a word.
The flames on it's wings dull like her eyes,
the color of hatred, and pure straight lies.
Questioning orbs dance across the room,
as the stars all hide away, leaving nothing but the moon.
People have began trembling in fear,
but yet not one eye in the room has dare shed a tear.
Her long black hair, thrown back over her shoulders,
she still had her youth but she looked a bit older.
She turns, picking up the bird,
it screeches and pulls, like a lamb crying for it's herd,
but she doesn't let go,
still listening to the misunderstood flow.
Ghosts dance against the shadows,
demons screech at the people inside.
No one moves a muscle, they don't even bother to hide.
The groom is standing beside the table,
slowly inching away almost tripping over the cable.
He grabs the Bible and holds it up,
but the girl just grabs an empty cup,
and in minutes it's full of nothing but blood.
Shaking in fear to where he's down to his knees,
the pastor grabs a candle and says a few things,
but it doesn't matter to this, poor, dead girl.
She's not alive, but trapped in another world.
Little children dance about the isle,
throwing flowers as they fade when they hit the tile.
The girl steps back, and begins to twirl around.
The wrappings around her arms fade,
she's dancing like a perfect ballade,
and the people realize how pretty she really is,
but as the clock strikes twelve,
it all fades away, including the kids.
And to think that some day dreams turn out to be real..
