Gleeful smile that packs your eyes,
Here’s to the groom that comes to die.
A lady in thorns to peck your cheek,
Run away before it comes to meet.
Enjoy such love and beg your life,
Struggle shall end as well your strife.
By luck you join to those were by,
Say good night before her lullaby.
Art: Thorn by XViolcea
“Here comes the bride…hope you stay on her good side…”