by Holly-Marie Wakefield

Created on: March 14, 2010

Misery.

In a world where restless spirits dwell

There are countless dreadful tales to tell

But no tale ended as terribly

As the story of fair Misery.

Never did a girl love so fully- there was nothing she lacked

And no actor performed a better act

Than greedy, spiteful Timothy 

When he said he loved fair Misery.

The lake lay still  near the manor house yard

as Timothy waited to catch her off guard

as she sat on the wall looking out at the lake

He knew one swift strike would be all it would take.

No chance to struggle, she managed to see

Her beloved husband Timothy

Heart broken, she died instantly

The once fair Maiden, Misery.

The water shone bright in the cold winter light

Growing much darker with onset of night

He looked back once more, wanting to see

His once fair maiden, Misery.

He thought as he walked through the woods what to say

He'd claim that the fairies had stole her away

He stood on the well in the middle of town

and told how the Nixie had took her to drown

He boasted of his chivalry

For the once fair maiden, Misery.

Toasting his success back at the manor

Drinking and gambling till dawn's early hours

From the door a voice called to Timothy

His once fair maiden, Misery.

Frowning deeply and shaking his head

He backed away from the door- she was dead.

He was as sure as sure could be 

He'd killed the poor sweet Misery.

His name called again, he dropped his tone

His gambling guests had long since gone home

To him, all there seemed to be 

Was the dark, the door, then Misery.

Her hair all in tangles, her gown all a tear

She knew that she would find him there

She looked up, smiling so sweetly

The poor, dead vengeful Misery.

Wonderfully happy in her large, dark locked tomb

Timothy sits, denying his doom

Trapped there for eternity

With his fair maiden, Misery.

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