For the Bridegroom

For the bridegroom who was killed on his wedding day
By a drunk driver,
While on a Raleigh road in a car with his groomsmen,
I mourn for the bridegroom,
My ebony bereavement,
Like the whispering rustling of ravens' feathers,
Envelops my heart,
While my tears sting my weary eyes,
That have wept so many times before,
When the green vine of youth turns brown and withers.

His betrothed who awaited him in her bridal gown,
Lost her young bridegroom,
The promises from their engagement gone
Like daffodils bent frozen in an early spring snow,
Death, you have not killed love,
As love rises like huge waves,
I pray to the Lord for the bridegroom,
Heaven draw nearer to me,
For I am pierced in the pain of sorrow,
When love's beginning travels have no morrow.

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