A most beautifull sight...

Her rose red lips shined in the blooming sunset,
like two soft  petals that fell from a heavanly rose.

Her pale green eyes twinkled in excitment,
her freckles were like cinnamon sprinkled across her perfect nose.

Twas a perfect day for a wedding; twas the perfect day indeed.
the afternoon was cool and although it was sunset, the garden was still bright.

but the perfect scenery with its rose bushes and flowerbeds,
grayed in comparison to Amanda, for she was a most beautiful sight...

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the beautiful bride in the white satin gown,
lays lifeless upon the cold, cold ground.

Her raven locks, still sit daintily upon her head.
Her cheeks are still coated in rouge; you'd never know she was dead.

Her dress is brilliantly white, she had looked her best,
except for the bloody red knife, protruding from her chest.

It had been Amanda's day, it had been her hour!
Till the knife was thrown by a jealous girl gone sour.

And now the happy wedding, the party of the year,
had turned into a funeral; a evening wet with tears.