She hastened to the downtown

to buy her wedding gown. 

 

The sky

was burning red, the wolves howled,

The boughs have shed 

All their leaves, not a single sprout.

 

A sharp turn 

At roundabout, a huge crowd in the lounge.

Doubtless, there was 

Some turmoil, some serious brawl.

 

The crowd 

Screamed and a deafening sound.

Help! Help! and a rainbow

And a black ring in the raised right hand.

 

Out came 

The breath and the blue feather; the stream 

Of red squirted, the sea 

Stood amazed; violet tiara fell apart.

The gown

Metamorphosed into the shroud!