In my darkest suit
I beheld a snowy gown; threatening look
Her laughter beneath her black
Her appearance had blew all suspicious
In-law's arm about her arm
Yet on the altar
I waited for her
As my beauteous princess floated toward
Her foot rang into my ears great echoes
Where stillness had found its rest.
Her journey to the altar
Seemed as hundred miles
"...I do."
A stillborn day!
Bride, away with my day?
Wha...wha...what an inglorious chapter!
And a sweet bitterness.