Villanelle for a Forced Marriage

This victim goes reluctant to her fate, yet longs to stay here, hidden in the gloom. My nemesis is waiting at the gate. The future hastens near, and will not wait, My hand clings to the portal of my room. This victim goes reluctant to her fate. My scented body, pure and celibate; Exudes the scent of rare and rich perfume. Mynemesis is waiting at the gate. In sacrificial white, my garments wait, Their brilliance brighter than the waxing moon. This victim goes, reluctant to her fate. No vain resistance will they tolerate. A cloistered fate will come, and come too soon. My nemesis is waiting at the gate. A nuptial anthem to commemorate a bride, united with her unknown Groom. This victim goes reluctant to her fate. My nemesis is waiting at the gate.