Wedding bells

The moon smiles down at the flower arch,
Where war and love meet,
The stars are their path,
The silver light pool reflects their happiness for one another,
The northern-winds blow their gentle breeze,
Rustling the veil of mist,
As their eyes meet each other's,
They seem to create their own world
Haste and hour don't mix well together
The Wolves the fairies and the spirits witness their vows,
The flower bell ring their tune,
They dance their last dance together under the lunar,
As war awaits at the crack of dawn.