A Ghost Marriage by Helena B. Scott
A very fine veil divides the world of the living from the world of the dead;
Those that hide among the shadows and live in eternal dread
Unable to find comfort from endless pain
their hopes and dreams were all in vain...
Cursed, shipwrecked souls forever lost in immortal nightmares,
Imprisoned by memories, their silent cries are desperate prayers
Invisible to the human eye, barely breathing and yet ...
Their lifeless broken hearts continue beating.
A very fine veil divides the world of the living from the world of the dead
Where dancing in and out of otherworldly boundaries
Bathed in secrecy and in darkness
In a place that is neither here nor there, the living still wed the dead.
Helena B. Scott