Georgetta was sixteen, and forever will be
For Georgetta was robbed of her life,
As I, too, forever lost my wife
On the Martinmas I grabbed that knife...
The End.
" Sometimes, love can be twisted. That twisted love can make one do almost anything."
"And sometimes, Hate wins."
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Georgetta - A ballad
Poetry(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?
