My Lady Jane is a horror story/poem that I wrote at least 7 years ago. It still isn't ready. :) I have revisited it time and time again because there are issues with the flow here and there and because there are parts about it that just don't seem quite right. I will read, re-read, and edit for a while and then I have to put it away for about 6 - 12 months so that I can read it again with fresh eyes.
Horror is not my usual genre, but the story came to me one day (who knows why) and I decided to write it out. Years and years later, I'm still working on it but one day....hopefully....it shall be complete.
So, with no further ado, I present to you The (as of now) incomplete, "My Lady Jane":
It was a cold, dark night filled with wicked fright,
When I strolled onto Moriner Lane.
On the street so bare, just standing there,
Alone was my lady Jane.
Her dress was mucked and her hair was tucked,
Behind her bloody ear.
I was so distraught that my breath caught,
In the dark face of fear.
With a look to the skies, I closed my eyes,
As my heart openly bled.
It could not be that she was here with me,
For my lady Jane was dead.
Although I knew she could not be true,
I wished that she were so.
My precious girl had left this world,
So many years ago.
.
Each day she cried ‘til the day she died,
Of a crippling, tormenting flu,
And I had no choice but to hold my voice,
While my heartbreak swelled and grew.
I mourned for years through grief and tears,
But never forgot her face.
To the angels above, I prayed my love,
Was now in a better place.
Now with chills in my hair, I stood right there
Peering my lovely Jane.
My lungs grew tight with anguished fright,
While my heart filled with pain.
My poor head spun when she begun
To speak aloud to me.
“Dear John, don’t leave, you must believe,
I have truly come to be.”
Her blood ran down like a running frown,
From lips gone purplish blue,
And I would have fled from my wife long dead,
If I’d had the courage to.
My blood ran cold at this ruse so bold,
And my soul was all a shiver,
My stomach turned; it ached and burned,
And my heart started to quiver.
I controlled my fear under her evil sneer,
And faced up to the strife.
“I know by far that whatever you are,
You are surely not my wife.”
This thing quite dead threw back her head,
And cackled toward the sky.
My palms grew damp from this vicious ramp,
And my mouth had gone quite dry.
With my stomach sick and the air so thick,
The wind howled through the trees.
This ploy of Jane drove me insane,
Until I crumbled to my knees.
I asked, “What are you?” of the demon shrew,
And watched as it evilly smiled.
Her piercing cries and bloodshot eyes,
Had suddenly turned quite wild.
“Come close to me, my dear sweetie,”
She whispered in the night.
“Don’t feel alarm, I mean no harm,
Nor wish to cause you fright.”
“You can bet your life that I am your wife,
And can prove it with a kiss.
But should you flee, I promise thee,
This life you’ll surely miss.”
A horror to behold, her hair once gold,
Now stained a deep, rich red.
Her creamy skin was stretched too thin,
Over bones so very dead.
“My mind is askew at this mock of you,
Though I want to believe you’re here.
My poor heart aches, it mourns and breaks,
Each day without you, dear.”
Her lovely hair began to repair
Before my very eyes.
The crimson streaks, ran down her cheeks,
Amidst my anxious cries.
“My soul was bated, in this time I waited,
For this love which I have yearned,
But hold no fear, for your love is here,
Your lady Jane has returned.”
The moonlight shone, over her skin and bone,
Illuminating her grace,
Her hair of gold, showed her beauty of old,
Around her perfect face.
Pleasantly beguiled as my beauty smiled,
I stepped into her arms,
We had, you see, my Jane and me,
A love beyond all harms.
“My Jane,” I cried, as I died inside,
With my knees on the cold, hard ground.
“I’m sure you know how I love you so,
That to you I am forever bound.”
“You now believe, it’s time to leave,”
My lady Jane said to me,
“I could never find, a man so blind,
Over all the land and sea.”
I screamed in fright, on that awful night,
When her teeth returned to fangs,
With the demon afresh, she tore my flesh,
Though I never felt the pangs.
With heart so worn, and body torn,
I surrendered to the beast.
I broke and bled as it drank and fed,
And laughed throughout the feast.
From up above a sign of love,
Shone bright onto the ground,
A bright white light broke the dark of night,
Without a single sound.
Her tears streamed down on her full, white gown
As her gaze moved over me,
“You have my vow, ‘tis over now,
Just look and have a see.”
I peered around, from sky to ground,
And could see my Jane was right,
The demon shrew, had somehow flew,
Into the darkened depths of night.
“Though you feel betrayed, don’t be afraid,”
My Jane then said to me.
“It’s time to go, to a place you’ll know,
‘Tis a place you’ll want to be.”
I struggled to stand, then took her hand,
And felt her warmth and glow.
“Let your tears be gone, my loving John.
As we leave this world below.”
It was a cold, dark night filled with wicked fright,
When I strolled onto Moriner Lane.
On the street so bare, right then and there,
I joined my lady Jane.
~Michelle Antoinette
Horror is not my usual genre, but the story came to me one day (who knows why) and I decided to write it out. Years and years later, I'm still working on it but one day....hopefully....it shall be complete.
So, with no further ado, I present to you The (as of now) incomplete, "My Lady Jane":
It was a cold, dark night filled with wicked fright,
When I strolled onto Moriner Lane.
On the street so bare, just standing there,
Alone was my lady Jane.
Her dress was mucked and her hair was tucked,
Behind her bloody ear.
I was so distraught that my breath caught,
In the dark face of fear.
With a look to the skies, I closed my eyes,
As my heart openly bled.
It could not be that she was here with me,
For my lady Jane was dead.
Although I knew she could not be true,
I wished that she were so.
My precious girl had left this world,
So many years ago.
.
Each day she cried ‘til the day she died,
Of a crippling, tormenting flu,
And I had no choice but to hold my voice,
While my heartbreak swelled and grew.
I mourned for years through grief and tears,
But never forgot her face.
To the angels above, I prayed my love,
Was now in a better place.
Now with chills in my hair, I stood right there
Peering my lovely Jane.
My lungs grew tight with anguished fright,
While my heart filled with pain.
My poor head spun when she begun
To speak aloud to me.
“Dear John, don’t leave, you must believe,
I have truly come to be.”
Her blood ran down like a running frown,
From lips gone purplish blue,
And I would have fled from my wife long dead,
If I’d had the courage to.
My blood ran cold at this ruse so bold,
And my soul was all a shiver,
My stomach turned; it ached and burned,
And my heart started to quiver.
I controlled my fear under her evil sneer,
And faced up to the strife.
“I know by far that whatever you are,
You are surely not my wife.”
This thing quite dead threw back her head,
And cackled toward the sky.
My palms grew damp from this vicious ramp,
And my mouth had gone quite dry.
With my stomach sick and the air so thick,
The wind howled through the trees.
This ploy of Jane drove me insane,
Until I crumbled to my knees.
I asked, “What are you?” of the demon shrew,
And watched as it evilly smiled.
Her piercing cries and bloodshot eyes,
Had suddenly turned quite wild.
“Come close to me, my dear sweetie,”
She whispered in the night.
“Don’t feel alarm, I mean no harm,
Nor wish to cause you fright.”
“You can bet your life that I am your wife,
And can prove it with a kiss.
But should you flee, I promise thee,
This life you’ll surely miss.”
A horror to behold, her hair once gold,
Now stained a deep, rich red.
Her creamy skin was stretched too thin,
Over bones so very dead.
“My mind is askew at this mock of you,
Though I want to believe you’re here.
My poor heart aches, it mourns and breaks,
Each day without you, dear.”
Her lovely hair began to repair
Before my very eyes.
The crimson streaks, ran down her cheeks,
Amidst my anxious cries.
“My soul was bated, in this time I waited,
For this love which I have yearned,
But hold no fear, for your love is here,
Your lady Jane has returned.”
The moonlight shone, over her skin and bone,
Illuminating her grace,
Her hair of gold, showed her beauty of old,
Around her perfect face.
Pleasantly beguiled as my beauty smiled,
I stepped into her arms,
We had, you see, my Jane and me,
A love beyond all harms.
“My Jane,” I cried, as I died inside,
With my knees on the cold, hard ground.
“I’m sure you know how I love you so,
That to you I am forever bound.”
“You now believe, it’s time to leave,”
My lady Jane said to me,
“I could never find, a man so blind,
Over all the land and sea.”
I screamed in fright, on that awful night,
When her teeth returned to fangs,
With the demon afresh, she tore my flesh,
Though I never felt the pangs.
With heart so worn, and body torn,
I surrendered to the beast.
I broke and bled as it drank and fed,
And laughed throughout the feast.
From up above a sign of love,
Shone bright onto the ground,
A bright white light broke the dark of night,
Without a single sound.
Her tears streamed down on her full, white gown
As her gaze moved over me,
“You have my vow, ‘tis over now,
Just look and have a see.”
I peered around, from sky to ground,
And could see my Jane was right,
The demon shrew, had somehow flew,
Into the darkened depths of night.
“Though you feel betrayed, don’t be afraid,”
My Jane then said to me.
“It’s time to go, to a place you’ll know,
‘Tis a place you’ll want to be.”
I struggled to stand, then took her hand,
And felt her warmth and glow.
“Let your tears be gone, my loving John.
As we leave this world below.”
It was a cold, dark night filled with wicked fright,
When I strolled onto Moriner Lane.
On the street so bare, right then and there,
I joined my lady Jane.
~Michelle Antoinette