Swan song

Marie-Hélène was looking for a special confection
For her wedding cake.
Not the usual two, three, or four tier piece of work
With the tiny little couple standing on top.
No.
Something quite different
She wanted two swans facing each other in a heart
Such as she sees regularly in her favorite lake near Munich
The home city of her beloved Franz.
 
No big deal for me to comply.
She was so proud of it
As she and her husband stood by it
Ready to cut that first piece, knife in hand.
But that is when the shot rang out
The bullet hit her in the heart
Her white dress smeared with blood.
The intruder, the rejected  lover
Then pinned to the ground.
 
The bride gone.
The groom's life shattered
And so many lives destroyed.