Procession.

1.

Slithering in like an ornate snake, drenched in white
A Cobra carved of ivory, cluttered with diamonds but,
Rosied cheeks, and a forked tongue rolled into swollen cheeks,
The great Bride carves a path through a plush crimson carpet
Rolled out with her intentions inscribed along the plush floor.
Judith's march along the aisle, through the ranks of eyes,
Lined up, two by two, armed with the Rapiers of the Judge,
And sandstone pillars marked by ancient carvings,
Carvings of
A cross bore,
Carvings of
A converted whore,
Carvings of
A Rebel's War.
And Judith Wore these symbols as she wore the the gaze
Of each warring eye, as the train of an adorned fabric
kissing the ground she claims.
As she approached the altar, the vaulted ceiling came down,
Pushing her onto her knees alongside the conquered
Bridegroom before the smiling Priest.