The Invites

Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight
and autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
when something wicked this way comes.

Fires Burn with an eerie glow,
Something stirs from deep below,
and by the pricking of my thumbs,
a Gothic gathering this way Comes!

As midnight approaches
and darkness descends
We will take our vows
Before family and friends.

Join us to keep a somber vigil
And witness a most sacred ritual
As two lives are sacrificed to become one

you can thank my bride's maid for the wordiness of it all.