And the bride wore black

This is about me. Today I had an unofficial private wedding before my large one, which I am forced to wear white at

And the bride wore black

To make the inside match the out

Walking toward her love

Her mind carried no doubt

Her lips painted onyx

Her hair falling soft to her neck

He stood at the alter smiling

Emotions a joyful nervous wreck

As the doors opened

Pearls shown through a dark smile

He stopped her in her tracks,

His smile entranced her a while

When finally she regained her strength

The black willowy figure did stride

Down to his arms

To be his dark bride

Reviews

[Patricia Stephmore]

Wow....wow.....this is the best dark poetry that I have ever read.....EVER!!!! ....I really love this.....being what you are inside...dark..... portraying what you feel inside.....not having to pretend.... just beautiful... bravo!!!!

[Death's Poet]

Oh come on surely not :) I am flattered but the Raven puts me to shame. But regardless thank you so so much! You're reviews are giving me the smiles on an otherwise blah sort of day

[Patricia Stephmore]

I'm struck by the beauty of your words....and sure am speechless

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so much!!! You are so incredibly sweet

[Patricia Stephmore]

Your most welcome😉😉