A vampire crashed my wedding

A vampire crashed my wedding

He stood among the risen dead,
his fangs soaked blood red,
a king of evil and of dread,
his eyes turned black as he fed,
the souls that once bled,
who were so easily misled,
He sunk his fangs inside her neck as she pled,
but her soul belonged to him instead,
as she lay silently on her deathbed,
all that remained was bloodshed,
and a crimson blotched veil as thin as thread,
a priest held his cross and looked ahead,
the vampire flew as he fled
in the sky's overhead