Here’s comes the bride

Then, in the middle of her stride, she came to a halt

Flashes of worries and questions never asked came running through her veins

Then, the groom felt the depth of her fears, the doubts in her silence, the coldness in her stare

Turning icy cold, she slowly wanted to freeze away

Yet there she was, being left wandering alone

There’s no need for her to melt away, the winter had been felt

And had soon turned the groom into the running ice monster everyone sees him that night

Now, alone she goes, alone she wanders, alone, should she wander ever again