Feathers fall on silent hall, shock casts asunder
The family of the groom stand agasp at the blunder!
Swooning and wailing, the brides kin do weep
surely their reputation will not keep!

In marriage its oft said two souls are one
Until the Endkeeper's will that all is done
But in their haste to make vows apace
The bride's unfortunately wielt her mace

Consumated in concussion, the husband prostrate
Quite possibly because of comatose state
Tossing confetti on the ground to sop up the mess,
The maids really hope blood comes out of the dress

So remember ye now for all future cases
Don't get the name wrong, in all manner of places

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ero, in the year 794 AF.