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
The Story Of The Scarecrow
In The Mind Of Maggoo
