Ransom 

Under bright lights, flowers and showers of blessings 

An angel walks towards a new life. 

Wrapped in red, clad in gold 

And little does she know 

Her future has been bought. 

In the briefcase Behind her back, 

Lies her guarantee. 

How much worse could it be? 

The Ransom has been paid 

To free her happiness and to keep her safe 

For her own felt 

It was best to marry her away 

That there was nothing wrong 

In this way. 

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