Poem: Star Crossed Wedding
I.
Untimely omen:
there's a flock of black ravens
as they say their vows.
II.
No one notices
the warm sun beams happiness
a curtain of love.
III.
The stars in their eyes
rival any galaxy
so so far away.
IV.
A cold wind blows through
swirls through the assembled crowd
kisses the bride's veil.
V.
The crowd cheers loudly
shouts of congratulations
pointed, staccato.
VI.
But all the fates know
a confluence appearing
a calamity.
VI.
An innocent joy
one that is not meant to be
enjoy this moment.
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