A bride on her wedding day

Usually adorned in white

Walks down the aisle

Adorned in black

A veil of red

With a ring of silver

The day she should cry tears of joy

Is the day she cries tears of pain

For the man she shall wed

Is not the man she desires

She reaches the alter

After what seems like years

She politely does as the minister asks

The audience believes she has accepted her fate

The man in white asks her if she takes this man as her husband

She looks up at him with tear filled eyes

Pulls a knife from bouquet of bleeding white roses

"I do not"