roped together

on a cliff wall

keep going for there's doom should we stall

 

momentum counts

never look down

you look enchanting in your wedding gown

 

hope for no rain

dry grips better

black granite's awkward when its wetter

 

below is what

we left behind

up there who knows what we'll find?

 

the air is rare

birds swoop and cry

into ragged feathered nests we pry

 

windy up here

scaling the heights

linked together like those passionate nights

 

in shrouds of mist

climbing so high

we need fear no more the hue and cry

 

twilight darkens

our wedding bands

there seem to be no fingers on your hands

 

grey dusk's above

we're nearly there

blood seeps red from your billowing hair

 

on the summit

I'll bury you

for what tomb ever had a better view?