The Hunchback's Lament

(Another Naschy sonnet, this time inspired by The Hunchback of the Morgue)

I swore my dying love I'd bring her flowers
and watch beside her deathbed every day;
But left her lonely in her final hours
thanks to those bastard meds; I made them pay!

I took her body with me to the crypt;
the doctor swore he'd bring her back to life!
But vermin intervened, crawled in and stripped
the flesh from bones that should have been my wife.

It does no good--it isn't any use
to play the game according to their rules.
I know that now, but that won't soothe the sting.
The cops won't leave Gotho alone--the fools!--
and Doc keeps feeding corpses to the Ooze.
I guess I'll go; it's always some damn thing.


--S. Standridge, "The Vicar of VHS"

Image credit--Mondo 70