' Legendary ... ' ( Part 4 (Of) 4)

‘ Legendary …’ ( Part 4 (of) 4 ) Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key Alas’ … The Happenstance of Harm, at the Bower, twas’ Done Most Foully ! Alas’ … The Happenstance of Alarm, Maid twas’ Undone for Shameful Villainy! * * * The Maid so Afraid, for The Earl Waylaid – Her, to His Infamy He Ravaged and Damaged The Maid … and Took Her Innocency … And She, in Her Distress and Mental-Regress and Misery Sat Horrified-Aloof, Sitting in Soiled Proof, of Her Plundered Chastity There Could Nay be Gathered, Her Tattered-Wits twere’ Shattered, even for Modesty As The Earl snidely Chuckled, and Boastingly Buckled His Belt, Smirking Heinously Yea, The Earl had Sated His Dissipated Lust and Gloated – Gleefully Went Back to The Masque-Ball and Unmasked and Called and Mocked Maliciously Impugned Beth, to One and All, of Her Downfall from Grace to Impropriety The Earl Made Sure … The Stunned Knight Would Overhear, The Indecency … But Much to The Earl’s Chagrin and also Akin to Cowardice and Incredulity … The Knight Spoke Nay a Word, Only The Hissing of His Sword, Struck Accordingly The Last Look, The Earl Saw Was … Rage and The Fraught-Gaze of Insanity ! Yea, The Knight, Smote The Gloat off The Face of the Vile Earl, Most Deservedly … * * * Thence, The Knight, in Their Sight, Became Legend That Night as He Fought Mightily He Escaped Royal Guards, His Heart was Beating Hard, as He made it to The Bowery And by the Window, He could see by Melted Tallow, a piece of cloth hung Raggedly caught Wherefore Beth … had jumped to Her Death … and Lay Below Crookedly … * * * Now, Tis’ Sad To Recite … They Hung The Poor Knight, tis’ Further Travesty For The Earl, tho’ Highborn, wast’ a Cur to Be Scorned … a Monstrosity ! Alas’ … and Aghast, the hope of Lovers Together at Last, Turned into Tragedy Fie’ and Fain, lest’ we Forget, this be A Story and yet… couldst’ be Reality … Yea, Fie’ and Fain, lest’ We Forget, … Why The Earl, His End Met … … This Too Was Vanity … Eccl. 1: 14 ‘ … Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery … … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token And Language Be Spoken … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ! ‘ The End