mr_blue_owl
03-12-2009, 16:22
The Tears of Marie Anne
Marie Anne cried as she was born
Her first tears on a hallowed morn
A child so tender and so sweet
She made her parents joy complete
With her blessed life’s first dawn
The son of two years old named Chad
Was fair of face, a robust lad
‘Congratulations’ smiled his mother
‘You have now become a brother’
And he was truly glad
The next three years were heaven sent
With siblings both intelligent
Gentle natured, softly spoken
Then the bliss was rudely broken
By nature’s cruel event
One evening blew a squall so bad
The worst storm they had ever had
The lives of Marie Anne’s good folks
Were taken by fierce lightning strokes
Which spared Marie and Chad
The pastor’s face was pale and wan
The rhythmic funeral drum began
Her parents now in God’s embrace
Streaming down her pretty face
Were the tears of Marie Anne
Thus at the age of three years old
Marie Anne was taken from the fold
And in an home incarcerated
All alone and separated
From all of her family
She knew not to where Chad had got
But knew so well that he would not
Leave her side from his own choice
Leave the memory of his voice
As she dozed off in her cot
The matron of the orphan’s home
Watched the young girl all alone
Wide eyed with bewildered face
She sought to give the child solace
And wished she was her own
The Guvnor of the home, Baptiste
For children, cared not in the least
He invented new rules at a whim
But no one dared to defy him
They all called him The Beast
Thirteen years passed by too fast
Since Marie saw her brother last
She so missed his smiling face
Missed her brother’s warm embrace
Her longing never passed
Baptiste came to the child so fair
Stroked her face, stroked her hair
‘’Come with me my little one’
Took her hand and they were gone
To climb the winding stair
Behind a wooden panelled door
A gloomy room of brown decor
Which felt so damp and smelled of rot
Dark and dreary, fearsome hot
A coat and mattress on the floor
Baptiste led his young prize so pretty
And showing not one trace of pity
Took away her orphanage dress
Took away her happiness
And took away her virginity
After Marie had been defiled
The matron sought her surrogate child
She went to Marie’s sleeping place
Picked up a crumpled pillow case
Her thoughts were running wild
The matron cursed the Guvnor man
Knew she could have stopped his plan
In the sombre glow of a bedside lamp
She felt the pillow case was damp
From the tears of Marie Anne
For several months the evil beast
Pleasured himself as he pleased
Abused her young and tender charms
Pinned her down with his strong arms
She prayed that it would cease
One day the matron knocked her door
She said ‘you have a visitor’
No, not again thought Marie Anne
Assumed it was the Guvnor man
And cried a little more
Baptiste opened the dark room’s door
Stepping inside the gloom he saw
As expected, curled beneath the coat
A figure, to whom he did gloat
‘I am here my little whore’
An arm then cast the coat away
But no Marie Anne beneath it lay
Instead a young man, tall and strong
Leapt to his feet pointing a long
Sharp rapier Baptiste’s way
The guvnor’s heart leapt at the sight
At first he was struck dumb in fright
But when his nerves had calmed, he said
‘Who is this that steals my bed
And trespasses this night’?
‘The loving kith and kin am I
Of the girl you choose to terrify
And now for my dear sister’s sake
Vengeance I have come to take
And you sir, you must die’
‘Please no’ the guvnor man implored
‘Name the price to sheath your sword
Of riches I have very many
‘To you I will give every penny’
You can live life as a Lord
Chad’s lips curled into a smile
He did not speak for quite a while
As though the bribe he did consider
‘So you think that to the highest bidder
I would forget your crimes so vile’?
‘I hereby turn down your request’
Baptiste’s lips moved to protest
But from his mouth words came no more
In dreadful pain he looked and saw
The sword buried in his chest
The Piper at the gates of dawn
Played a jig through till next morn
As Hell prepared a special spot
Dark and dreary, fearsome hot
For Baptiste to adorn
Marie Anne cried as she was born
Her first tears on a hallowed morn
A child so tender and so sweet
She made her parents joy complete
With her blessed life’s first dawn
The son of two years old named Chad
Was fair of face, a robust lad
‘Congratulations’ smiled his mother
‘You have now become a brother’
And he was truly glad
The next three years were heaven sent
With siblings both intelligent
Gentle natured, softly spoken
Then the bliss was rudely broken
By nature’s cruel event
One evening blew a squall so bad
The worst storm they had ever had
The lives of Marie Anne’s good folks
Were taken by fierce lightning strokes
Which spared Marie and Chad
The pastor’s face was pale and wan
The rhythmic funeral drum began
Her parents now in God’s embrace
Streaming down her pretty face
Were the tears of Marie Anne
Thus at the age of three years old
Marie Anne was taken from the fold
And in an home incarcerated
All alone and separated
From all of her family
She knew not to where Chad had got
But knew so well that he would not
Leave her side from his own choice
Leave the memory of his voice
As she dozed off in her cot
The matron of the orphan’s home
Watched the young girl all alone
Wide eyed with bewildered face
She sought to give the child solace
And wished she was her own
The Guvnor of the home, Baptiste
For children, cared not in the least
He invented new rules at a whim
But no one dared to defy him
They all called him The Beast
Thirteen years passed by too fast
Since Marie saw her brother last
She so missed his smiling face
Missed her brother’s warm embrace
Her longing never passed
Baptiste came to the child so fair
Stroked her face, stroked her hair
‘’Come with me my little one’
Took her hand and they were gone
To climb the winding stair
Behind a wooden panelled door
A gloomy room of brown decor
Which felt so damp and smelled of rot
Dark and dreary, fearsome hot
A coat and mattress on the floor
Baptiste led his young prize so pretty
And showing not one trace of pity
Took away her orphanage dress
Took away her happiness
And took away her virginity
After Marie had been defiled
The matron sought her surrogate child
She went to Marie’s sleeping place
Picked up a crumpled pillow case
Her thoughts were running wild
The matron cursed the Guvnor man
Knew she could have stopped his plan
In the sombre glow of a bedside lamp
She felt the pillow case was damp
From the tears of Marie Anne
For several months the evil beast
Pleasured himself as he pleased
Abused her young and tender charms
Pinned her down with his strong arms
She prayed that it would cease
One day the matron knocked her door
She said ‘you have a visitor’
No, not again thought Marie Anne
Assumed it was the Guvnor man
And cried a little more
Baptiste opened the dark room’s door
Stepping inside the gloom he saw
As expected, curled beneath the coat
A figure, to whom he did gloat
‘I am here my little whore’
An arm then cast the coat away
But no Marie Anne beneath it lay
Instead a young man, tall and strong
Leapt to his feet pointing a long
Sharp rapier Baptiste’s way
The guvnor’s heart leapt at the sight
At first he was struck dumb in fright
But when his nerves had calmed, he said
‘Who is this that steals my bed
And trespasses this night’?
‘The loving kith and kin am I
Of the girl you choose to terrify
And now for my dear sister’s sake
Vengeance I have come to take
And you sir, you must die’
‘Please no’ the guvnor man implored
‘Name the price to sheath your sword
Of riches I have very many
‘To you I will give every penny’
You can live life as a Lord
Chad’s lips curled into a smile
He did not speak for quite a while
As though the bribe he did consider
‘So you think that to the highest bidder
I would forget your crimes so vile’?
‘I hereby turn down your request’
Baptiste’s lips moved to protest
But from his mouth words came no more
In dreadful pain he looked and saw
The sword buried in his chest
The Piper at the gates of dawn
Played a jig through till next morn
As Hell prepared a special spot
Dark and dreary, fearsome hot
For Baptiste to adorn