A shriek of woe; a glittering blade;
A lurch, a flash, a dart.
And like the lightening's stroke the blade
Had reached her trembling heart.
"You've killed his bride, oh god," they cried
He swung the gleaming knife
And pierced his own heart as he gasped
"Nay, not his bride, my wife."

"Those Wedding Bells Must Not Ring Out"