She looked beautiful in her wedding dress,
Like a dream that every girl would imagine.
Not everyone, but just the one to impress
She asked her mother to carefully examine
Even the minuscule of the quirk to shine.
Walking out to the aisle, she felt something
So strange, she stopped and closed her eyes.
All that flashed took her into a faint musing,
Forcing her to infer the extant were all lies.
She calmed herself, everything would be fine.
A sudden touch of another hand gave her
Feelings a stir, she was back to the instant.
It was him standing besides, a proud father
An archaic nescience remained persistent.
A wedding was about to happen, it was nine…