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A Spooky Poem

Updated on August 15, 2013

This has always been one of my favourite poems ever since I read it in the 1981 "Misty Annual" of which my Sister Hayley still has a copy. I felt it particularly appropriate for Halloween so I hope you enjoy it.

Alonzo the Brave and Fair Imogene

A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright

Conversed, as they sat on the green;

They gazed on each other with tender delight:

Alonzo the Brave was the name of the Knight,

The maid's was the fair Imogene.

'And oh!' said the youth, 'since tomorrow I go

To fight in a far distant land,

Your tears for my absence soon leaving to flow,

Some others will court you, and you will bestow

On a wealthier suitor your hand.'

'Oh! hush these suspicions,' Fair Imogene said,

'Offensive to love and to me!

For, if you be living, or if you be dead,

I swear by the Virgin, than none in your stead

Shall Husband of Imogene be.

'And if e'er for another my heart should decide,

Forgetting Alonzo the Brave,

God grant, that to punish my falsehood and pride,

Your ghost at the marriage may sit by my side,

May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride,

And bear me away to the grave!'

To Palestine hastened the hero so bold;

His love she lamented him sore:

But scarce had a twelvemonth elapsed, when behold,

A Baron all covered with jewels and gold

Arrived at Fair Imogene's door.

His treasure, his presents, his spacious domain,

Soon made her untrue to her vows;

He dazzled her eyes; he bewildered her brain;

He caught her affections so light and so vain,

And carried her home as his spouse.

And now had the marriage been blessed by the priest;

The revelry now was begun:

The tables they groaned with the weight of the feast;

Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceased,

When the bell of the castle tolled - 'one!'

Then first with amazement Fair Imogene found

That a stranger was placed by her side:

His air was terrific; he uttered no sound;

He spoke not, he moved not, he looked not around,

But earnestly gazed on the bride.

His visor was closed, and gigantic his height;

His armour was sable to view;

All pleasure and laughter were hushed at his sight;

The dogs, as they eyed him, drew back in affright;

The light in the chamber burnt blue!

His presence all bosoms appeared to dismay;

The guests sat in silence and fear:

At length spoke the bride, whilst she trembled - 'I pray,

Sir Knight, that your helmet aside you would lay,

And deign to partake of our cheer.'

The lady is silent: the stranger complies,

His visor he slowly unclosed;

Oh! then what a sight met Fair Imogene's eyes!

What words can express her dismay and surprise,

When a skeleton's head was exposed!

All present then uttered a terrified shout;

All turned with disgust from the scene,

The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out,

And sported his eyes and temples about,

While the spectre addressed Imogene:

'Behold me, thou false one! behold me!' he cried;

'Remember Alonzo the Brave!

God grants that to punish thy falsehood and pride,

My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side,

Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride,

And bear thee away to the grave!'

Thus saying, his arms around the lady he wound,

Whilst loudly she shrieked in dismay;

Then sank with his prey through the wide-yawning ground:

Nor ever again was Fair Imogene found,

Or the spectre who bore her away.

Not long lived the Baron: and none since that time

To inhabit the castle presume;

For chronicles tell, that by order sublime,

There Imogene suffers the pain of her crime,

And mourns her deplorable doom.

At midnight four times in each year does her sprite,

When mortals in slumber are bound,

Arrayed in her bridal apparel of white,

Appear in the hall with the skeleton-knight,

And shrieks as he whirls her around.

While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave,

Dancing around them pale spectres are seen:

Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave

They howl: 'To the health of Alonzo the Brave, And his consort the False Imogene!'


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    • Anna Marie Bowman profile image

      Anna Marie Bowman 9 years ago from Florida

      Great poem!!! Loved it!!

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      Cindy Lawson 9 years ago from Guernsey (Channel Islands)

      LOL :)

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      digitalblue2u 9 years ago from Greece

      The pic was enough to frighten anyone!

    • mistyhorizon2003 profile image

      Cindy Lawson 9 years ago from Guernsey (Channel Islands)

      Thanks Spryte and Shades, I so love that poem, it is really creepy and brilliantly written, I only wish I had written it myself. :)

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      Shadesbreath 9 years ago from California

      Really great pull, Misty. That was fantastic to read.

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      spryte 9 years ago from Arizona, USA


      Nice and creepy...I give it a 10 on the Horror-meter. :)