The church is pale, white, and quiet
Roses and pansies its porch adorn
But peace masks a soul of riot
The way evil is slowly born
The good people prayed, prayed to Him
Who shines so bright when the light is dim.
An abandoned house overlooks the church
It remains steady even after a decade
Shadowed from sun by a cherry birch
Providing such an unwelcome shade
For the house rots, inside and out
The ghosts residing certainly not devout
She came smiling in a gown of lace
That pretty, sinning, cunning bride
He tall, strong with his mocking face
Them, who cheated, hid and lied!
Few years of saccharine sweetness
Spent questioning- did the Lord curse or bless?
Till one day the captured dove had flown
But had left a scar behind
For that man, left alone, alone
The devil slowly played with his mind
Anger and vengeance ripping a soul
Hurt and hatred that none could console
Dark dawn awakend him from sleep
And he hunted her like she was prey
Bitter remorseful tears she did weep
But his small conscience he would not obey
Drew out the dagger with a single cry
Stabbed her heart, and watched as she died
But love hath a gravity that none can evade
And he was weak hearted, though arrogant
So not repentful, but only weakly with a blade
Cut his neck pretending to be gallant
So they lay side by side dead man and wife
Together in death if not so in life
The church bell tolls sweet and low
Who knows who rings them?
What will on them did the lord bestow
Were they blessed, or did he condemn?
But their presence stays with the rotting house
From eternal blame still not aroused
At the back of that house the lay still
Encased in two icy tombs
But the house pervaded by a gloomy chill
Warns that danger still looms
For she protests, he listens and forgives
But it has been too delayed, neither will live.