A woman’s wedding day is supposed to be joyous
Exciting, tantalizing, remorseless
But on this day, the sky was grey
Happiness was absent
My body, the groom found it
Hanging from the ceiling, with a anguished feeling
My last moments were spent tying the knot
The groom-to-be was of fair elegance
Smart, wealthy, and handsome but was dense
He proposed, I said no
In rage, my lover he killed
My bank account, he filled
That was his machination to make me his obligation
This plan assured we would be tying the knot
He got to my parents before I could
With a diamond ring his wealth showed
I entered the room, my parents, elated, showed me my groom
I was to be married to the man I loathed
He approached me so our distance would be closed
He reached for my hand, his face I couldn’t stand
I vowed to myself that we would not be tying the knot
The day of the ceremony
I was in the dressing room, gloomy
I looked in the mirror, and slowly no longer felt fear
My plan, if correctly executed
The marriage, I’d released from it
Behind the rack of coats, I grabbed the sturdy rope
Quickly, I started to tie the knot
That day, I was to take my fate in my own hands
I was no longer going to listen to other’s demands
This was my last resort, I placed the rope over my throat
My parents, with his money, he did sway
When I tried to oppose, I had no say
But with this noose, from this life I would be loose
Tying the physical knot symbolized my freedom
Before the ceremony started, the groom
Excited to see me entered into my room
Instead of seeing his soon-to-be wife, he saw her take her life
Word got out that the penurious, but beautiful bride
Minutes before the ceremony hung herself and died
The groom grieved, but I was freed
I was liberated from tying the knot