Cursed Alter

Once upon a time, there was a plan,
Two families seeking an alliance,
She said she wanted a loving man,
He was just looking for compliance,

They said their fate was set in stone,
And so they needed to tie the knot,
And in front of a priest with a baritone,
They were married without a second thought,

But an alliance doesn’t equal a good match,
They were both poisoning each other,
He thought her freedom he could snatch,
She thought he was a baby looking for a mother,

She tried to get rid of him multiple times,
But he’d miraculously survived her tries,
She needed an accomplice for her crimes,
But he found out and his rage was their demise,

He thought he had married a saint,
But the alter was cursed, honey,
The red on his hands wasn’t paint,
Both of them were in it for the money,

And so he went to jail for her death,
And her coffin was buried in the ground,
They thought he had stolen her last breath,
On the other side of the country she was found,

She had taken the money and his pride,
While he was rotting away in a dingy jail,
He was a fool and she was a cunning bride,
That was always gonna be the end of their tale.


-Amy x