December Wedding

Bathed in light of Decembers noon,
a garden was once dressed in fuchsia
banners and faux flowered dunes,
that sook the love of trampled scilla.
Blissful winter read one visage,
lifeless though in clouds of white,
layed in tow of undressed foliage
left to bear her ultime blight,
and in hopeless near such manner
hopeful once of loves great spring,
grasping in one hand a banner
and in one hers both in string,
lay her betrothed lost at side
from the hate of those lost souls,
when was raped our angel bride,
until she could no longer dole.
Lips those painted with deep red
could kiss a garden red with ease
‘stead they leveed a river fed
from life’s intent to death appease.
Yet in that moment all the while
joy had spent its fleeting bloom,
goblets had not drank their wine
and violins had not left their tune,
as sorrow much like days of youth
waits for none to stop and stare,
seeks and hides all life in truth,
lays us all great dread to bear.
Though greater than us does it taunt
each glance of death’s upon life’s art,
the horror with which we instead haunt
it, death, until effervescence parts.

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