The gothic bride-to-be draped in black lace and mystery.

The dashing groom - his love will never fade or fume.

Ekans, the flower girl so fair, will have petals of black and red swirling through the air.

The maid of honor, cloaked in grace and pride, stands by this union where souls coincide.

The best man stands tall, in a dark suit and loyalty, performing a promised oath from history.

Though absent, yet present in soul, we did not want our cat to be left out— But her hunger is vast, her appetite bold, She'd feast on our banquet ere vows are told.