A poem about dem bones...
Henry and Lotte haven't their bodies
Simply bare boned are they.
Brittle and White, a frightening sight
With no beating heart, Til Death do us part
Together forever in bliss
Chantilly lace veil, mothers' before her have worn
With hauntingly sweet, deep set sockets
His top hat is dusty , he shuffles his feet
Nervous, hands shoved in his pocketsIn their fanciest dress clothes set to party with zest
Arm linked with arm, they walked the aisle
That would forever seal their fate
How exactly they died, this groom and his bride
Is a mystery we may never know
What, though, is clear and what we see here
Is the bond that secures their union
Eternally joined in true love they've sworn
Echoing faint and gentle sounds of laughter
A hollow eyed gent walks next to his lady
Mischievous and not short of shady
But kind and giving, though just a bit living
These bones, dem old rattly bones
Have found they have Vida, in spite of being muerto
And do not have to fly solo here-after...
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