Crimelda

 Crimelda

 

Crimelda was the fairest of the fair

A vixen with whom none could compare

Many a dark night in musing thought

My sweet Crimelda I had caught

But morning always brought despair

As my dreams vanished into air

And Crimelda whom I held so dear

Was never near

In life Crimelda had no time for me

I was an undertaker sad and lonely

My job was humble, vile and grim

And then there was of course him

The one who stole Crimelda’s heart

The one I envied longing for his part

He was Michael a handsome lad

It seemed laughter he always had

And his father was a man of money

And thus Michael captivated my honey

Time passed for it has no choice

To Crimelda I dared not raise my voice

Not even a good morning or a hello

Though I truly loved her so

And Michael adorned her with attention

In a million ways too many to mention

And Crimelda she seemed happy in life

To one day become Michael’s wife

But fate is cruel in many ways

And Crimelda was cut short in her days

The plague inflicted her soul

And festering sores took control

From rotting flesh Michael fled

And soon Crimelda was dead

There was no funeral for the lass

The village was glad for her to pass

For despite Crimelda being so dear

The sickness brought panic and fear

And I in my lonesome role

Gained Crimelda’s body in my control

At last I had gained my greatest desire

But Crimelda’s body was destined for fire

For only flames would purge the ill

But such was not my will

I played myself a clever ruse

Another corpse I did use

And thus Crimelda’s body was spared

To risk it all, yes I dared

If the whole world died I cared not

I was an outcast one forgot

So Crimelda found a home brand new

I was in heaven yes it was true

But soon hell broke its chains

The village was inflicted with pains

A baby was stillborn the color blue

Others got fevers the sickness grew

The wise doctor was humbled to a fool

But the village deserved their fate so cruel

For I was long ridiculed and mocked

When I confessed the truth how they were shocked

In a roar they arose to investigate

I was bound and gagged with utter hate

The deed was so foul they thought I lied

But the truth could not be denied

As a swarm of locusts they descended

I fathomed my time had ended

Bursting down my door they entered in

Only to hear curses full of sin

“That hell of an undertaker”

“He is one royal joker, a true faker”

And I was released to be free

For truly my house it was empty

Perplexed I wondered of their find

Had it been that I lost my mind

For Crimelda was nowhere to be seen

What in heaven’s name did it mean?

So late that night I lay on bed

Crimelda was there in my head

Lovely as in the prime of her youth

Until then I discovered the truth

I heard a knocking upon my door

In fright I stalled, but it came some more

With caution I opened the portal

To view the most wonderful soul

There Crimelda stood shining in grace

A wicked smile encompassed her face

For silent moments did she linger

Then she beckoned with a skeletal finger

I had no will I could but obey

I wanted to speak but found no word to say

We walked into the night under the moon

The cricket and owls sung an eerie tune

The two of us we made no sound

We walked together in familiar ground

Into the cemetery that I held so dear

For once it struck me with greatest fear

Together Crimelda led with no hesitation

I knew for certain our destination

It was to the tombstone that bore her name

I pondered what was my true love’s game?

At the sight of the grave our journey did cease

I read the marker saying ‘rest in peace’

Then I finally came and understood

I did evil though I meant only good

For though I loved Crimelda the best

I had deprived her of her blessed rest

For truly I should have rightfully known

That heaven would have been Crimelda’s home

In truth with saddest words I tell

In my desire I had delivered hell

But why I wondered such a long delay

And what perchance was the price to pay

For keeping one so fair from paradise

Then cold wind blew and my soul it did slice

I then understood my part

That I had truly captured Crimelda’s heart

That from a distance she loved me from far

And my broken heart burst from the scar

The wound roared and raged

On the day Crimelda and Michael were engaged

For Crimelda’s family were meek and poor

How could I not see the truth before?

She came Crimelda and planted a kiss

I felt rapture and a thrilling bliss

Darkness twirled inside of my head

And of the matter there is nothing more said

For Crimelda had inflicted her pillage

On the lonesome and wicked village

Who allowed true love to perish

For Crimelda in her last wish

Prayed a prayer that we be wed

And thus happily I joined the world of the dead

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