They found a wedding dress in the lake.
Sodden and sad, they pulled it out.
Where was the bride, this dress she wore?
They dredged the lake, they combed the shore.
A white horse watched from the piney woods,
a tear running down its rider's cheek -
the one the bride had loved so well,
a lad pink-cheeked and young and meek..
Once was a young girl, soft and fair,
betrothed to one for whom she did not care.
At the steps of the altar, she turned and ran,
and that's where this tale both ended - and began.
posted for Brian's way cool prompt at dVerse - to tell him a story.