Her Walk Down The Aisle - Part 1 of The Vampyre Trilogy

She walks among the candles,
Under the splendid chandeleir,
Her feet cushioned by roses,
Her heart warmed by fear.
The thorns in her path,
The floor stained red,
With flowers or her blood?
Cares not, she walks ahead.

The centre of the chamber,
A table vast, bare
But for the dazzling vials,
The half-full crystal pair.
Transfixed by their contents,
She slowly drifts onward,
Knowing he left them for her,
When he left without a word.

Crimson, the liquid,
In the vial on the right,
The contents of the other,
Clear and light.
One hand on each,
She knows she must decide.
Wine or water?
Blood or cyanide.