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MY VOODOO BRIDE
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JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Married only three hours still in jubilation
My beautiful bride natures finest creation
A seaplane trip to an island just east of Haiti
I had in my life a model of unmatched beauty
She was tall and ambled with a certain flare
Red ruby lips contrasted her long black hair


Creamy smooth tan skin and dark green eyes
Any man would cede her the ultimate prize 
As we approached the island something amiss
The plane banked sharply and ended our bliss
We crashed violently I don’t remember more
When I came to  I was crawling on the shore


I scanned off shore   the horizon was clear
We crashed nearby  how else did I get here
There were no signs of the plane as night fell
My idyllic dream has become a painful hell
Nearly asleep I was aroused by an eerie  feeling
Silhouetted by the moon a man is kneeling


I asked who are you? No one should be here
My name is Sedah I come here once each year
I heard the plane crash earlier in the day
Couldn’t help I was at the other end the bay
Coming here I found a woman on the beach
She alive? No  she’s crossed over the breach


We both raced to where my beauty was lying
I spun out of control with hysterical crying
I hugged her and kissed her motionless face
I’ll  do anything for her to return my embrace
Sedah asked  you mean you would “ anything”
Vow  what you say and your wish I will bring


Voodoo (2)




Do you vow for her to be part of you forever
Will you swear to keep her with you forever
Would you pledge under penalty of fiery death
To keep her close to you  til your final breath
If you undertake this oath there is no reneging
The wrath of the Abaddon will not be forgiving


I vow my honor in blood   I just want her back
Leave us alone for I have rituals to enact
When I awoke the next morning lying at my side 
Still in her wedding gown I found my new bride
I tried to talk to her she had nothing to say
She  moved so slowly and looked rather gray


The next few days she struggled to act normal
But slowly her language turned into to garble
Her eyes had shrunken n  receded into her head
With dark rings and a glaze not a was word said 
Dark spots oozed thru onto her once white gown
The skin on her face had turned greenish brown


Parts of her body took on a greenish grey hue
Her face a frozen pose with a distorted view
Her fingers had twisted into gnarled trusses
Her muscles contorting due to  rigor mortis 
Moving of her stiffening body a macabre ballet
She had totally entered into a state of decay


Now indentured n shackled to my own zombie
Wedded to a decomposing corpse I must be free
My unworldly request an eternal curse on me
Pact with a Mephistopheles   I must break free 
Tricked into vowing  she’d never leave my side
I’ll extract myself from a burden I can’t abide



Voodoo (3)
	



To outwit the  devil is a formidable endeavor
You need to be cunning audacious and clever
I have formulated a plan to escape this plight
Totally incinerating her body this very night
Recovering the ashes which I will keep in tow
She will  be a part of my body wherever I go

Back to New Orleans a friendly doctor , Paul
A platinum pellet with the ashes in me he’ll install
I’ve beaten the devil at his own game
When I die I don’t want him to call out my name
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