The Goblin’s Bride

They say I’m the Goblin’s Bride in faint whispers in my ears

They say I’m the Goblin’s Bride in faded words of the dying dirge

I know my destiny defines what I should do

I believed it all until the day I met you


My tragic fate is decided as is yours

Sealed behind the burden of iron clad doors


But I  refuse to believe I was born to turn you into ash

I choose to live loving you (while being teasingly rude and brash)

The first snow of the year melts in my heart when I hear your voice

Let the cherry blossoms bloom, the maple leaves fall, let the Deity know I stand by my choice


I choose you




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