A
lady of ice strides up the aisle
as
Mark and Ada link hands to wed.
She
parts her cape; it stirs chill gusts
her
coal lips curl; a fell dirge trails.
Veins
die in frost that chokes the heart
the
witch dame puffs; slaves rise to lands
where
no sun thaws a gelid iron war
on
souls who love and tie their joy
for
man's cruel ruse sings free of rest.
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