Bog Wraith Stitches
Who's the real monster?
Is it what I create
Or have I made an abomination of myself?
Looking to graveyards
For my salvation
Bodies to mend my bride
Stitched together
From fresh carcasses
Breathing life into her form
A ragdoll of deceased
Lightning through every inch
Anticipating the undead
Rigor mortis undone
As I animate her flesh
My human chimera screams
The pain of rebirth
Misery from the first breath she took
Presenting the newly awoken
Her ring to wear with pride
A love I have longed for
The night I rejoin my bride
Adorn in gowns
White as her complexion
Looking upon perfection
Crafted so meticulously
Monsters make monsters