"We will, in sickness and in health", they said,
Their eyes alight with rev'rent love and zeal,
And hell did feast as heaven shrunk with dread.

Resplendently he stood, his eyes ahead,
Beside his wife to be, her charm unreal.
"We will, in sickness and in health", they said.

He nodded stately to his guests, the dead,
She flashed a dimple at her father's squeal.
And hell did feast as heaven shrunk with dread.

The priest wore black to hide the tears he shed
As words not his confirmed the final deal.
"We will, in sickness and in health", they said.

O' time itself stood still as vows were read
Aghast as it cried out its last appeal.
And hell did feast as heaven shrunk with dread;

For day turned night as Pure and Vile did wed,
And doing so, they crushed the holy seal.
"We will, in sickness and in health", they said,
And hell did feast as heaven shrunk with dread.



Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 14:00

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