Beneath the veil of white she wept,
Her vows a chain of gold,
A union forged in whispers cruel,
A heart forever cold.

The specter lingers by her side,
A love both fierce and grim,
For she was wed to mortal flesh,
But her soul belonged to him.

Through shadowed halls and moonlit stones,
Their dance will never cease,
For death cannot divide the bond,
Of tragedy and peace.