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Slay

Ebony roses fill my bed,
scattered among my chains
Blood red roses rest in my hair,
that’s waiting to be tamed

Today I am to be wed,
betrothed to another
Chained in my wedding dress
I feel I marry my brother

Chains that hang around my head,
fearing lamb to the slaughter
Must I marry brother today?
I’d rather my mother’s daughter

2/4/02
©Hannahlore Starr
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