Vanished
Wedding bells toll as the words
“'til death do us part”
Are uttered upon her rosebud lips
Vengeance and hate take a room
In the best man's eyes
A nervous twitch
Enters and leaves the groom's fingers
Their lips brush only for a second
As the knife soars and hits its target
The bride, standing in a pool of blood
Cries out to her God--
Her world has vanished.
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