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.
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Demons ruling the night! ! Darkness! ! ! ! She! Muse of her bloodied bouquet.; The spell of her marriage. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Edward for your kind comment which is always welcomed sir. Take care good Edward.