Be-wed me Death
Red roses lay flourishing in her palms,
Crimson blood dripping down to a bible, open at psalms.
Vivid blue eyes stare empty at the ancient pillars of the church,
On her pallid bridal gown a black crow is perched.
Surprise to my eyes, her stone cold corpse broken,
Emotions shaken; of the rest won't be spoken.
Jesus looks down on her from his pedestal, a cross,
Blood trickling from his thorn crown as a tear for his loss.
Just a moment, a minute, a second it was,
Before bride and groom declared, "I does".
Golden loops on fingers lighting up the room;
Before walked in a loving criminal with a gun, shooting "BOOM!"