Black Wedding

A Poem by Wunderlich

I wrote this after listening to Queens of the Stone Age's cover of White Wedding.

The trees are thinning
The trees are growing old
Growing older than the Earth that they're standing on

The moon is shining
The moon is casting light
Casting light upon the somber ceremony

The ground is freezing
The ground is growing cold
Growing colder than the soul that it's cradling

The wind is blowing
The wind is howling dull
Whistling the final tune of a black wedding

The groom is dressed in his finest suit
He is walked toward his final seat
Lowered deep to his knees for his bride
Lined with red satin she accepts him for all time

A merging of soul and dirt
A merging of lost life and mystery
Thrown together in a black coffin
At a black wedding

The folks are crying
The folks are mourning hard
Mourning harder for their own loss than their son's

The tears are crashing
The tears are spilling down
Spilling down to the ground where their child lies

The priest is chanting
The priest is reading lines
Reading passages to explain the mysterious

The bells are tolling
The bells are ringing loud
Ringing louder in the night than in the day

This hollow tune
Will always play

A merging of soul and dirt
A merging of lost life and mystery
Thrown together in a black coffin
At a black wedding

The folks are crying
The folks are mourning hard
Mourning harder for their own loss than their son's