He'll Claim Her With A Vow

"Repeat after me.” The priest did thus spoke

“I, Mary, take you, Scott,” he began to evoke

“I, Mary,” her word’s caught in a choke

the vow being spoken to tie yolk to matched yolk

The cathedral loomed high with decorations done splendid

a wedding so beautiful, thought all who attended

they stood and did smile when the glowing bride descended

down the aisle where she feared that all of this ended

For all in the pews it seemed a happy sight

a beautiful young bride, under a veil of pure white

a dashing young groom who would treat her just right

but they didn’t know how easy he was to incite

The lace of her dress ran from wrist to bruised wrist

a gift from her groom, a warning she’d so often dismissed

he’d been drunk, and he’d been tired, full of excuses he did consist

yet those fights and those bruises did always persist

He told her he loved her, that he was the best thing in her life

but when he spoke to her, it was with the sharpness of a well-kept knife

it was her behavior, he told her, that their relationship had some strife

but it would all be better when she submitted as his wife

His gaze was now hard as she failed to finish the verse

a tightening of his jaw he would diligently rehearse

the ring to be placed on her finger was adverse

to any chance of happiness that she could still coerce

“I can’t do this” she spoke with a voice that was weak

this man here before her had made her so meek

with tears falling down her faded bruised cheek

she departed down the aisle in a billowing white streak