Reflecting on my sorrows past,
the wishes that shall be my last
the way they shall remember me,
the life that was not mine to be.
While in repose, I shall be seen
in a wedding gown fit for Camelot's queen.
Silk and satin, lace and pearls;
white roses crowning amber curls.
Long white train is overspread
where is laid my final bed.
White roses fill a candlelit room
with a heavy, sweet perfume.
Leaving a trail of fragrance haunting
as though my sorrow I were flaunting...
Their very essence does betoken
the depth of how my heart was broken.
All this would be a shame to burn
what took my life to finally earn.
In my life, and now in death
unseen by me who slumbereth;
do everything you can to save
the dream that brought me to my grave.
And for all I missed in marriage-
I would like a horse-drawn carriage;
and to make a point of not forgetting...
thou shalt ring the bells as for a wedding!
For now I do no longer grieve
in a land of make-believe.