Marriage Made In Hell Poem by Shaun Cronick

She wasn't wed in a consecrated church,
But before the ominous fiery Gates of Hell.
Her groom a demon of fetid rank distaste,
Was not captivated by any bewitching spell.

As this dark service drew to its dark close,
Performed by an Apostle of Hell unholy minister.
All the ungodly and contemptible congregation,
Now felt uneasy and dreading something sinister.

And as soon as she threw her bloodied bouquet,
Wrapped in fresh broken glass and barbed wire.
Was when her so despised and hated wedding guests,
Were slowly consumed in her witch's ball of fire.