Dead Wedding

• Tiger Gilmour, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2014

Tomorrows my big day
My husband will pay
I lay in my bed
The rumor has spread

Morning has come
It will be done
I’m in my dress
I’m in no stress

Down the aisle I go
My vale starts to flow
People start to stare
But I don’t really care

I approach the groom
Silence filled the room
My fear increased
I hear the priest

Do you take her as your wife?
I reach for my pocket knife
His scream was a title wave
He now lies in his grave