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.