My Angeline

When first I met my AngelineI found her features fairHer stunning jewelry polished cleanHer vibrant gown a forest greenHer wavy scarlet hair
I thought I'd fallen at first sightFull-fledged in love with herShe sat alone in dead of nightHer skin aglow in candle lightHer coat of fox's fur
Her shawl, a Winter's air defenseHer jewels, she wore with prideSo obvious her opulenceReflective of the radianceThat shone through from inside
She bore a novel in her handSir Arthur Conan DoyleA sharper mind it did demandA twisted plot to comprehendAnd, with enough wit, spoil
A brain so keen and form so fineRaw brilliance, through and throughBut solitude did undermineI knew that I must make her mineAnd nothing less would do
So I approached and braved to askIf we could set a dateIn equal wealth we both would baskAnd look beyond our outward masksTo see if we relate
At first she claimed that she would notFor she was, then, engagedShe showed to me the ring he boughtBut as she was alone, I thoughHer fears could be assuaged
I asked of her a single chanceOne night so she could seeI claimed, though met through happenstanceI'd ravish her with such romanceThat she would fall for me
She gave a little chuckle, turnedAnd looked me up and downShe caught my eye, and quickly learnedA blazing passion in me burnedA fire she couldn't drown
So she relented to my whimAnd asked me when and whereA restaurant on city rimA place to prove me more than himWhere we would be a pair
At eight PM, we said we'd meetOur date on Friday nightAnd with that, she reclaimed her seatHer hair pulled back and dressings neatAnd I strode out of sight
But as I passed the garden gateI worried for that dayThat she'd not show, or I'd be lateThat I'd miss out on something greatOr throw my prize away
Then came the night I'd come to dreadThe night we'd meet againAnd she'd arrived, as she had saidBut this time bore a dress of redAnd larger gems than then
The waiter sat us at a boothAnd I locked eyes with herBut while she found this course uncouthI searched those sapphire pools for truthTo see what would occur
The lady caught on to my gameBut rather than obsceneShe found it fun, and did the sameAnd when I gave away my nameShe answered, "Angeline."
From that point forth, we talked so freeIt seemed her mind had changedAnd in due course, I came to seeHis bride, she hadn't chose to beHer marriage was arranged
I looked into her eyes againAnd found a pleading gazeAnd in an instant, I knew whenI told her, "Meet me in the glen,"the heart of hedge-cut maze."
That she would go at my behestTo see what I would sayAnd so she folowed my requestAnd on one knee, I did suggestThat with me, she'd away
My statement left her mouth agapeAnd barely could she standFor with my promise of escapeI let my coat around her drapeAnd ring slip on her hand
A golden band of perfect sizeA crystal set withinAnd with that, I would claim my prizeLook deep into her azure eyesAnd kiss in lustful sin
We pooled our wealth, and with our sumWe set a date to wedBefore too long the day had comeOur day of love and scattered crumbWhen our I do's were said
She asked that I would take her farAnd so we did departI took my favorite open carAnd we drove long 'neath shining star'Till one home caught her heart
The home we chose, though market rifeSat in the countrysideFor near a year, my newfound wifeTransformed that house to suit our lifeUp to the day she died
Her sickness came on like a stormAs we both slept one eveI'd made us dinner, rich and warmMy cooking had become the normTo help my stress relieve
But as we slept, I heard a coughFrom her side of the bedShe thought that she could sleep it offBut soon her health would hit its troughAnd Angeline was dead
Her doctors said, that eveningMy lady caught the fluIn just two days, that scourge would bringHer death, and there was not a thingThat anyone could do
That's what the doctors said, at least'Fore she was laid to graveBut no. In truth, she was deceasedAnd dessicated by diseaseFrom poison that I gave
Distilled from average castor beansA mastered task of mineAnd all those months, I had the meansTo take the life of AngelineAnd grant a boon to mine
She did not take long to expireThe fruits of heinous crimeAnd though her wealth I did desireWithin the meantime, I'd admiredHer beauty one last time
This toxin no one could detectAnd with her body coldTo me, her death they can't connectMy final prize I could collectI claimed her jewels and gold
There was a single shiny thingThat I could not retrieveThey buried her with golden ringBut I had many more to bringMy next mark would recieve
When first I met my sweet ColleenI saw another toolA naive girl of seventeenThe princess of a wealthy queenThe next girl I would fool
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