With an intricate beadwork
of vehemence on her train
and delicate appliques of
indignation on her headdress,
bodice (is) embroidered with
the finest thread of wrath
and yards of fabric of fury
for her petticoat,
she marches down the aisle
scattered with droplets of blood
on her way to the altar.
Wearing that acrimony gown
complemented with the
bouquet of thorns on her hand
the femme fatale
has never looked so ethereal.
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