My Cold Bride

it is a dark night,
lit by only moon light.
far i see some celebrations,
noisy and full of irritation.
.
standing on an abandoned tower,
in while it all will be over.
smoke form the puff acts as wind gauge,
my cold bride will earn me a heavy wage.
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i slowly rest her on the floor,
her beauty needs no word anymore.
i slide my finger from lips to bottom,
moon light,calm wind and this night of autumn.
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i look at the picture,
a pretty face and my bride's fixture.
i clean her,
not to forget pamper.
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as she gets ready,
my hands starts getting steady.
a stable heart beat,
she looks perfect and neat.
.
as i hold her again on my shoulder,
the air has made her more colder.
as she sets her eye on the face,
clearing everything in my gaze.
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both of us look at the stranger,
it will also be the last of his venture.
lost in his own,soon
will be a subject of mourn.
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as my finger locks with her's,
as my lungs clears.
i pull her finger,
she gives birth to death in air it linger.
.
new born swiftly travels through air,
free form world,free from care.
my bride's soft push on me,
telling me to stop being naughty.
.
in seconds face was in pain,
death's and my bank's gain.
he crumbled and lay motionless,
grievances on every other face.
.
it meant nothing to me,
i did what i was told to be.
i lift her like trophy,
take the shell success's key.
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she goes back again,
as i light up to remain sane.
a mission done,
wouldn't say that killing is never fun.