Broken Bride

It looked just like a quiet place Though cold and dark inside I’d scorned all the haunting tales of The spectre of a bride I saw it hanging in the room A cob web, old and stale? But as I peered through dusky gloom I saw a wedding veil Beneath the veil a small pinched face Watched with cold dead eyes And from her pale and bloodless lips She uttered whimp’ring cries A crimson stain was on her dress She clutched a dripping knife And on the floor a body lay New husband of this wife I’d heard, of course. But not believed The things that people said Of how the groom betrayed his bride And how she stabbed him dead But now she’s trapped inside a house Where she can find no peace For the girl who hanged for murder The horrors never cease I left this sad demented house I left with no goodbye For now I know behind these walls A girl will ever cry Contest: A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Margaret Foster Sept 2011