There once was a bride
and the bridegroom, a tree
a wedding ceremony with death as an attendee.
Death held the bride's arm, walking her down the aisle
As he did , he whispered in her ear with a faint smile
"My beloved the time has come, when you and the tree will be yoked as one".
She had no gown, merely sweatpants and a shirt.
No makeup, but a face covered in hurt.
She stepped on the stool next to the bridegroom
No happiness, no peace, just terrible gloom.
Then came the wedding bands,
On each was written "No hope"
The bridegroom's band on his arm,
the bride's around her throat.
She kicked the stool and down it went.
Death watched and cheered, then said "May your marriage and new life be peacefully spent"
The bride's feet never touched the ground,
but she dangled by the bands that kept her and her bridegroom bound.