Blackout

won first prize in round 32 of Spidey's weekly contest

Blood starts to bubble and sweat beads on his brow
As the congregation flows into their seats
Music marches
His heart pounds its harmony
The petals of spring laid to rest on a white walkway
Rings of eternity slumber on satin
The fingers twitch on his right hand
Pairs of lords and ladies lead
The entrance of the white queen brings all to their feet
Knees buckle as the saturation spreads on his chest
Promises of tomorrow echo
He groans
Jewelry betrothed
He moans
And as the veil raises darkness shrouds the eyes
Of the man who's son loves a man