With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;
Lord Death has found her sweet.
Her mother pawned her wedding ring
To lay her out in white;
She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing
to see herself tonight.
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Haunting
From guest Nichole Long (contact)
This is one of my favorite poems of all time. My heart breaks everytime I reread it. Shimmering. Arresting. Terrifying. Simple. Simply beautiful. -
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wow. that's so amazing!
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