A Madman's Remembrance of Lost Love
Bugs are crawling in my brain
I want to go out into the rain
And laugh and sing and dance all night
But mine is not a happy plight
You see, they say I am insane
I say, I just fell in love
With a lady I can’t stop thinking of
They say that I’m sick in the head
Because the woman I seek is dead
However, she haunts me from above
Every night I visit her tomb
She died with my child in her womb
I want to bring her back to life
For the lady I love was my wife
And the child was my son I assume
They found out she was a witch
From the town gossip and snitch
They came and took her off to jail
On the trumped-up charges and no bail
Which made my mind boil and twitch
The day came when they put her on trial
The prosecutor was nasty and vial
The defense never uttered a word
The hanging judge was absurd
It ran through the town like a sickness gone viral
The trial only lasted an hour or around
The kangaroo court had the power I found
To sentence one to death
To be hanged utill last breath
The verdict was finally handed down
Guilty! To be hanged by the neck until dead!
The evidence was whatever the witnesses said
Sentence to be carried out at dawn
From the big oak tree on the courthouse lawn
An unmarked grave was to be her final resting bed
I couldn’t put into words how I did feel
They didn’t even give her a last meal
The sun seemed to come up fast
And they came for her at last
The whole thing was so surreal
They marched her out to the hanging tree
And put a hood over her head so she couldn’t see
They put the noose around her neck
And I was a total wreck
She stood on a crate and they pulled the rope tightly
They strung her up as she uttered her last words
They all shuttered at the words that they heard
She cried out in one final curse
“On the full moon next, October the thirty first”
You will all be dancing with death absurd!”
With that I started laughing out loud
To the strange stares of the onlooking crowd
My wife and child would go to their grave
By the grace of God they would be saved
And I would bring them back somehow
The hangman kicked out the crate from under her feet
And she swung back and forth from the tree
She strangled quite slow
The crowd gasped at the show
Tears filled my eyes so I could no longer see
When the hangman was satisfied she was dead
He slowly let her down, removed the noose and said,
“She’s all yours know my sad friend”
“She’s now the devil’s and we don’t want him to offend.”
I weeped, “Oh no, God was with her in the end”
I put her on my cart to ferry
Her lifeless form off the cemetery
There I buried her deep
For her final rest and sleep
But I remained ever wary
For I had a ritual to perform soon
At midnight on the next shinning full moon
I would resurrect my love
And bring her back to the world above
Everyone thought me a loon
Try and try and try as I might
I could not get the ritual right
I thought, God’s going to keep her behind Heaven’s gate
I would have to grow old without her and wait
To again see my love at first sight
Maybe I am indeed mad thereof
I can’t get my mind off of my wife above
It’s driving me wild
We could have had a life and a child
It’s a madman’s remembrance of lost love
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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