- Bride Of Death - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

A lake where many faced their deaths
A lake of wisdom, sorrow and of hate
A lake into which she stepped
Taking control of her own fate
Pulled deep beneath what naked eye could see
Into the depth of the lakes heart
Only to emerge from deep beyond
In a gown of death
With a thousand blood clotted pearls
Around her head
Seeing what’s on the other side
Returning from the land of death
Embraced by the master of lust
In an image of his bride to be
For one final glimpse of sun’s golden rays
Forever to walk in the shadows of the flames below
Mourning her loss
Her loss of a lover she once held so dear
Hoping to repent her sins
And face her life of misery and scorn