Scimitar Bride

'Twas night before is when I saw you there       
deep in the crowd at my place where you looked            
like you were lost and no one knew your name.            
             
I recognized that you would be my bride            
with I as host to such a prized event,            
and I would make you mine in blooded own.            
             
I never cared for made-up vanity,            
the blondness of your hair had sable roots,            
your bite was fixed, your wisdom teeth removed.  
 
A bump was taken off your Roman nose,  
your thighs were lipo'd, and your tummy tucked  
but all I wanted with you was... to fuck.  
 
My way was nothing like you'd ever known,  
I blew your mind and then I cut your soul.  
 
The way I loved you with my scimitar  
was from its blade to bare your heart to me.  
 
And with your final gasp, the flowing gore,  
the last time you saw me was night before.