Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Ghost of a Bride

At the church on my wedding day

I snuck out of the bridal room

To my true love, but on the way

I saw the best man kiss my groom,

The two locked in a close embrace.

That should have been my groom and me.

It was a truth I could not face.

I ran to where the steeple be.

Up the winding stairs I did climb

Until I was next to the bell.

I took a deep breath one last time,

And then jumped from my wedding hell.

And since that sad day when I died,

I haunt the church, a ghostly bride.