Pity Bride

She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride
Her hands are cold but they shake not
She has no nerves to hide.

The preacher reads the vows aloud
No words hath she spake
They go on with no "I do"
Grooms heart about to break

It shouldn't be like this at all
Her eyes are stony cold
Her face it is emotionless
No joyous story told

He kisses her lips of blue
When all is done and said
And cries his tears of emptiness
His bride already dead.

They walk now solemn quiet
To the burial mound
Instead of hope and joy this day
Only sorrow found.