The Bride

Her face shines through the crowd.
She looks stunning and beautiful.
Her hands are resting just below her breast.

He stands by her side without a flinch.
He bears a look of nervousness, as if they just met.
He is dumbfounded and in aw.

Her sister stands by her side,
Like a maid at her call.
Her face is white as night,
and She is flooded with jealousy and hate.

The priest stands aside waiting for his time.
His mind is plagued by a cursed thought.
"Man her coffin looks nice."