She stands there waiting
In her wedding dress.
All alone
In front of the single dead oaktree
In the hedge garden.
The fog lifts
As the moon shines ontop of her.
Her feelings heavy and hurt.
A tear rolls down her face
As the cool breeze moves in
With only silence filling the air.
She falls to her knees
As she waits for a promise she was given.
Wave after wave of memories torture her
As she waits there every night.
The years go by
Her soul still there waiting
And she becomes known as

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