Witch's wedding

 It was a witch's wedding

Down in a cave

A witch's wedding

But never a guest looked grave

Through the cob webbing

As the candlesticks save

And the yellow lights shone

On the walls

Who's echoing screeches gave

The tides on the shore were ebbing

The sun dial's chimes did call

A large cauldron stood four feet tall

And into the pot went all manner of fool

A four legged friend even one foot stool

Friends until the end as the frog's legs sprawl

And the preacher she was a creature of

A most hideous hide

Jagged as a stalagmite

Only matched by the wedding bride's

But beauty runs more than skin deep

And these had rhinoceros hides

Such beauty had never walked such caves

Not since the Halloween's tide

The witch was given away by the star of

The scene 

as the devil walked in there

Turning all the wedding guests green

Ah my sweet Papa said the witch

And bowed to kiss his tail

The mysterious man showed grace and poise

And in his duties never failed

"A fine young man your bride groom is

As father I do approve

Just mind he is versed in the dark arts

And his station it will improve

I shall turn the world to my will

And ensure his career is skilled"

Oh, but the Devil was no ordinary man

A real Prince charming was he

And as he let go of her hand

In the other he passed the husband a key

Now you and she will be locked together

Chained like the tides to the sea

And your life and hers will forever be tied

Round and round until in death you are free

A narcissist first, and a narcissist last

The devil's own sin was his pride

And as he vainly gave the key to the groom

He neglected to look at the bride

And in that short moment

When the wedding bonds passed

And the Groom did inherit the Earth

Hell wore a smile like a river wide

And his daughter's eye contained much guile and mirth

Yet she was a witch and could never submit 

To man's complete dominion

For in truth she hurt for the wild wind's course

And she ached to untie the marital union

Though love is a bond that lives wild and strong

And will pass beyond measureless time

The heart is an art that is a high road long

And only lives because others have died

This man she knew, she would tell to go to hell

And he would in truth dwell down there

But his worldly sense loved the commonsense

While hers was more a type magical mare

A witch's divorce is a thing to see of course

No solicitor could negotiate deeds

How to divide the keys to the Earth

Or pages of pride and of greed

Though he may leave her

She will never forget

And her curse will follow him

Like a supersonic jet

Booming the sound waves

And brooming the debt

He owes her his life yet

He owes her his life yet

The wedding guests arrived

 I was waiting for the wedding

We were getting married in the morning

And the wedding guests had a arrive

I was cooking in the dishes

And rearranging

The bread and fishes

And I passed a hoard of happy wives

They were washing knives and spoons

And blowing up balloons

And it seemed like they having

The time of their lives

And I was thinking much a upon them what I expected from them

And standing in an empty room

Last breath

 She got married at four

A banquet was laid for her

The table was set

The wedding guests had arrived

There was nothing left to get

It was the day to be brave

The day not to be grave

As she stepped in she drew her last breath

For she was getting married to death

He was a difficult husband to be sure

But he never brought his work home with him

He always left his Scythe at the door

And the marital bed was laid

All the sheets had been set

The wedding cake had been made

The bridesmaids had placed their bets

The votive candles were burning late

Heaven's handles were on their gate

As I lay down on my bed I drew one last breath

For there lying next to this wife was her husband death

Sure he did the washing up

Though the rubber gloves were hard to get on and off

He always was a stickler for the rules

When I considered his profession I knew he was so professional

He liked the dishes so clean and he never used a dishwashing machine

When he held me in his arms, I knew then his boney charms

And he was handy with a hammer and nail, he could fix a cupboard door

or a coffin that came cheap in a sale, I even saw him on the roof

But the photograph could not be developed and so I had no proof

We used to holiday in the Canaries, he said he liked the climate there

The fire in the ground took the chill from his bones

And he loved to breath in the warm salty air

Sometimes though he always looked so alone

As if the weight of world he had to bear on his own

And I would always say dear a problem shared is a problem halved

and he would finish that sentence for me, at that we both laughed

So all in all Death was good husband he was

Of course all that changed when his brother life came to stay

He was the complete opposite, brought something else to the house

He was fat, he was jolly, like an elephant he was scared of a mouse

But he could be brave and bold as a lion and bellow his name down the valley

I started to wondered if he had a wife, I caught myself one day writing him a letter

Dear Life, I started, I have been thinking of you often, don't get me wrong

Death has been a good husband, but we have been married these some years past

And I begin to wonder if our marriage will last, or whether it is on its last legs

So to speak, I wonder because when I look at you, my knees grow weak

I want to swoon, I want to faint and fall in your arms, take the bull by the horns

Nevermind that the China shop gets harmed, I love you Life, won't you make me your lover

I want to climb out of death's bed and under life's covers, can you take me

Oh will you take me? Do. I will be your mistress I will leave death to his mysteries

He doesn't seem to have a clue! Let's elope, we'll go to Spain

And go live in the Spanish hills, you know for your love I feel such pain

For our love life, Life, you know Death I'd kill for you; I'd slip him the knife, hid under my pillow,

Between his ribs and pierce his cold, cold heart, it would be a piece of art

It beats so old and regular it never misses a beat, it never skips

I never see him jump like you do, nor take to the floor in a dance

Like you do, and he only once swept me off my feet

So come, take my hand life and we'll go dancing down the street