Her ring in my hand, along with mine
Behind the chapel, laid my beautiful bride
Soundly asleep, underneath a crimson blanket
My bride, she'll never be, for she has died.
YOU ARE READING
Georgetta - A ballad
Poesía(This is a ballad.) A young man lost his bride on their wedding day mysteriously. Years later, he still longs for her. Read as the story begins to unfold every anniversary of her death. What really happened to Georgetta?
II - The Tragedy
Her ring in my hand, along with mine
Behind the chapel, laid my beautiful bride
Soundly asleep, underneath a crimson blanket
My bride, she'll never be, for she has died.
