The King and His Bride

The lady came before the throne clothed in linen, purest white.
The bridegroom waited at the rail bathed in glistening light.
She walked in stately elegance along the golden promenade.
Could this lovely apparition have ever touched Earth's sorry sod?

He stood before the congregation; his attitude was grand.
His body bore the marks of battle; a sword was in his hand.
Lightning split the air behind him; thunder shook the ground.
In tribute to his valiant life music soared around.

As she approached, he welcomed her, and celebration rang.
The choir rose to its feet and joyful voices sang.
The scepter was extended: the symbol of his grace.
The love they bore and battled for reflected on each face.

The vows were spoke in tones of love to consummate the thing.
All those invited joined to share the supper with the King.