The Wedding [first Of 2008] Poem by Seraphine Belle

This was my first poem for the year 2008.. A little depressing I know

I heard it
From far away
The toil of the
Church bells...
And yet
I am in the church

I heard satin slither
On the wooden floor
I could see her..
Her chestnut mane
So hauntingly familiar

A taste of the veil
Sinked in her tongue
As it caught in her mouth
I tasted it too....
Bitter and pungent

She looked forward
Towards the altar
and
Saw his kind face;
I saw a monster

She said her vows
with
Unrestrained love
and
Tenderness
As her smile grew wider
I felt the tears
Flow freely
Down my face...

They exchanged rings
and
He carried her into the
Black limousine
To me it resembled
The hearse

I thought
I heard a stifled scream
She was dead
In white and red

The bride was me
and my wedding day
Will be my everyday