Unholy Matrimony

“‘til death do us part” the vampire once said to his pallid bride, her throat blushing red. The guests grew squeamish at what they just saw, filled with great dread and primordial awe: as the groom his bride exsanguinated. They caressed, and kissed, and her life she bled And rose as one of the un-wholly dead. Exhausted they collapsed, their bodies raw. “Mmm, ‘til death do us part,” he said. Later that day as they unslept in bed-- a smell so fetid her poor senses fled! “Drac, did you fart?!” “No, ‘twas just a crow’s caw.” Suddenly she knew her post-fatal flaw! “’Mon coeur, blah blah-blah.’ she scowled in her head, Ugh! ‘til death do us part!” she said.