The Tears of Marie Anne
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Tears of Marie Anne Death kissed a gypsy caravan To claim one of the Romni clan As her life ebbed with the day Her final act was to wipe away The tears of Marie Anne The father grieved so for his wife In deep despair he took his life No goodbye note for his son Thad Nor daughter Marie Anne so sad They suffered in their strife Maria Anne, just three years old Went to the carva of Nadyagold A soothsayer of great renown ‘Come my child, sit thyself down Thy fortune shall be told’ The old dabrani shook her head ‘I see a dull brown room’ she said ‘Bare and gloomy, smells of rot, Dark and dreary, fearsome hot, With a greatcoat for a bed’ ‘You must beware my little one For evil to thee will be done Here is a hex that thy can use If thou should suffer from abuse Then vengeance will be won ‘Be sure to use this amria wise Whoever thy curses with it dies’ And as she spoke to Marie Anne Words of the ancient Romni clan Thunder rolled across the skies ‘Thaddeus will go’ said the man ‘To an orphanage in Nottingham, Marie to another in Harrogate His words did naught to mitigate The tears of Marie Anne The matron of the orphan’s home Saw Marie Anne stand all alone Clutching at her small suitcase She saw her sad, bewildered face And she took her as her own The principal was Jude Baptiste For kids he cared not in the least Thick leather belt used as a strap An arrogant and odious chap His nickname was ‘The Beast’ Thirteen years passed by too fast Marie Anne lived for the past She missed her brother’s face She missed his firm embrace That had never been surpassed Baptiste came to the girl 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 small room of dull brown decor Bare and gloomy, smelled of rot Dark and dreary, fearsome hot With a greatcoat on the floor Baptiste led in his prey so pretty And showing not one trace of pity Took away her orphanage dress With no attempt at tenderness He took away her chastity ‘Now that thou has done thy worst’ With this amria thy be cursed, And guaranteed a place in Hell’ Marie Anne cast the potent spell A clap of thunder burst The matron damned the evil man When Marie told her of his plan As by the light of a bedside lamp She felt her shoulder growing damp From the tears of Marie Anne Baptiste continued unabated At his whim he copulated Pinning her down with his arms Ravishing her sweet young charms The Beast would not be sated Marie Anne heard the matron call ‘A visitor awaits thee in the hall’ ‘Matron please bring him to me’ She had no doubt who it would be She had no doubt at all Baptiste opened the panelled door And closing it behind him, saw Beneath the coat, a huddled shape He laughed as he prepared for rape ‘Come hither my gipsy whore’ The greatcoat was flung hard away But beneath it Marie did not lay Instead a man who now stood tall Baptiste took on a deathly pall As Thad said ‘Start to pray’ Thad drew up his gleaming sword ‘Harm me not’ Baptiste implored ‘No wrong I’ve ever done to thee, So who art thou to threaten me?’ Outside the thunder roared Thad hissed ‘The kith and kin am I, Of the girl thy chose to mortify And for my dear young sister’s sake, Vengeance I have come to take, ‘Tis time for thee to die’ ‘Please slow thy haste sir, I appeal, There’s something that I must reveal, Gold pieces I have very many, To thee I will give every penny, Sir, do we have a deal?’ ‘Should thy galbi be a hundred fold, Justice can’t be bought and sold Thy money will not sheath this blade, My sister’s honour I’ll not trade, For a bag of tainted gold’ ‘And now I must fulfill my quest, And send thee to be Satan’s guest’ And as the mighty thunder roared Thad thrust hard upon his sword Deep into Baptiste’s chest Baptiste screamed in the flames of Hell In a damp and dingy stinking cell Bare and gloomy, smelled of rot Dark and dreary, fearsome hot He remembered a gypsy spell So Marie Anne’s new life began She leaned down from the caravan To kiss one that she loved so well And on the matron’s face there fell The tears of Marie Anne
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