13 June 2012
Sitting in the bridal room, Watching 'Lilah do her hair, Feather couldn't believe that- She was really there.
The princess knew she must be wed, Her father told her so, To a handsome prince of Craziville, The thought of it made her glow.
The sound of Katie's organ playing, Filtered through her nerves, She smoothed down her wedding gown, Which fitted to her curves.
The gown was made of white moth's silk, The finest Opussia had, With oysters' pearls and dragon fire, Mermaids' tears - not sad.
Her eyes were wide and breath came quick, And the king came for to start, Feather's breath was coming quick, In time with racing heart.
She swept along the wedding aisle, And met three new groom's eyes, The room fixed on her, and she on him: A song of soft-sweet sighs.
Pre-Wedding. • Opuss № I