The bell rings,
The white veils cover her pale face.
The vows in her hand tremble,
The priest speaks in an overwhelming pace.

He smiles, she hides,
Behind the lies of the two edged sword.
The truth of moment has arrived,
Like the trampede of mountain goats in a horde.

'I do', the man said.
Her lips tighten and she nods with an 'I do'.

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