Last Night Death Came
by Cathy Roberts
Last night death came to
Someone more than special.
It sneaked into the house,
A misbegotten gift of Hell.
The night was oddly still,
Yet the sky was clear.
Not a one of us knew that
It was there to fear.
We laughed and danced,
And we were merry
But fate had thus decreed,
The two would never marry.
An altar draped and ready
A Bible to be read
A priest, a groom, a bride,
The dress on which she bled.
It is late, the clothing black,
And all are still awake.
There will be no wedding feast,
But instead a funeral wake.
He holds in his hands now,
A never-used wedding ring.
And all around will mourn,
but none more than our King.
See him as he cries now,
Hear the wailing sharp and keen.
For the woman so beautiful
Who was to be our Queen.