Death's Bride

• Tracy Rulla, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

Death’s marriage proposal came through a raven carrier.
Claiming that the time is ticking until I’ll be happier.
I came seeking for help from the wretched to the rich.
Until I came knocking by your door of the unnamed witch.
She whispered luring words of a light that could save me.
That I need not worry or fret because she held the key.
She said that the key was a light, but there is none.
Death and his minions are coming and the light is gone.
I needed the light to come and save me from my darkest hour.
There was none and now Death is coming to take me to his tower.
I’m plunging towards his arms, with nothing to grasp on to.
I was going to be his bride and there was nothing I could do.
In the end I met with death and he took me away to be his bride.
At his kingdom I witnessed hideous images, making me petrified.
I could not die twice for death has already taken me whole.
I’m eternally trapped wondering Death’s kingdom as a lost-soul.