LadyOfMoonLight

I had a name,
Selena,
Or maybe Grace,
Elizabeth?
No- no.
Annabelle?
I can’t quite recall.
It was an elegant one though.
I had a lover.
His name was Peter.
I know that.
Dashing lad.
The brightest blue eyes!
The quickest wit!
The largest sum of gold I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t understand why Daddy said no.
Maybe it was because of his political views,
That’s what men of my day were always raging about.
Oh the good monarchy is what we reside under,
Have you no pride!
Have you no sense of liberty?
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Nonsense,
To me at least.
Peter said we’d elope,
Race away in the cover of night!
How romantic!
How lovely!
How thrilling!
Just like in one of those books Daddy makes me read.
He says it’s good to have a rounded girl.
I say boring.
I liked the romance novels though.
I loved the idea of it,
But Daddy would kill me,
Or him.
I’d see Daddy hunt before,
Or at least the animals he’d brought back.
Big bears,
Stags,
Fox,
You name it.
If Daddy wanted someone dead,
Well it wouldn’t be pretty.
My Peter quite enjoyed having his neck on his head.
So the night before the elopement that bast-
Forgive me.
Daddy taught me to be lady like.
That wasn’t very lady like of me at all,
Was it?
My emotions are still as raw as they were the day,
Or rather night,
He came to my bed,
With me dressed in my Sunday best,
And told me we couldn’t be together.
Scared of Daddy,
That’s what he said.
Well I told him he shouldn’t be.
Daddy would listen to his little girl,
Wouldn’t he?
He wouldn’t want to break his little girl’s heart,
Now that would be cruel!
But my Peter told me that he’d already done away with my dear Mum,
And would most likely do the same with him.
Daddy didn’t mean to hurt Mum though,
He just let his Temper get away from him.
He promised his Temper would stay in him after that,
He promised!
But Peter wouldn’t listen.
Peter said he would be very mad at us,
And probably hurt me too.
But Daddy would never hurt his little girl in such a way!
I was the only family left in this big old house!
Who would he spend his money on?
Peter wasn’t being reasonable.
And when I started to cry,
Rather than comfort me like a gentleman,
He told me to shut up!
He couldn’t let Daddy know we were up here,
Or else his Temper would get away again.
I told my Peter,
Through tears mind you,
I’d catch his dirty Temper and put it back where it belongs.
Daddy loves his little girl after all!
Peter,
That brat,
Just kissed me on the forehead,
A quick peck,
Not even the passionate goodbye kiss like in my novels,
And leapt out the window,
Leaving me to my tears.
He had heard Daddy coming up the stairs.
Well Daddy opened up the door,
And saw me all sad,
His poor little girl!
And he asked why I was crying,
Like a good man.
I didn’t want Peter to be in trouble,
But he was being mean to me,
So I told Daddy the truth!
I could see his Temper leave his mouth,
And it seemed to dance around my room I suppose,
Because Daddy hit me smack on the face soon after.
I began to cry more,
And Daddy only hit me harder,
And then he started screaming bloody murder!
This and that,
Words I dare repeat for hardly can a lady say them.
I told Daddy he let his Temper go,
And I didn’t like that he had hit me.
Daddy didn’t usually hit me,
Only a few times a year or so.
But he didn’t like how I was talking to him,
And told me to be quiet,
Because it wasn’t lady like,
And to never mention elopement again,
Because that wasn’t lady like either.
Lots of ladies had done so in my novels,
But I didn’t tell him that.
I was a lady after all.
After he was done yelling to high heaven,
He slammed the door on his way out of my room,
And locked it too.
He told me not to move an inch,
Unless I didn’t want to be a lady,
And he was going to find my-
Well not mine anymore,
But Peter none the less.
Now you must understand I am a very good lady,
I do everything Daddy tells me to,
Just like a good little girl,
Because all good little girls always obey their Daddies,
That’s what he said.
But I was getting rather sick of this whole ordeal,
And I peered out the window to see if I could spot Peter or Daddy.
And lo and behold there they both were!
Daddy was talking to Peter,
His Temper was still running loose,
And Daddy put his hands around Peter’s neck,
Just like he did with Mum.
Well Peter thrashed a bit,
But he went limp in the end.
Daddy is a strong man.
But wait-
Doesn’t that mean Peter is gone?
When he did that to Mum,
She wasn’t being lady like he said,
He said her soul went to the place unlady like women went,
And that he’d do the same to me if I didn’t listen.
But Peter wasn’t a girl!
Where did he go?
He was gone though.
Maybe-
Soon after Mum went Daddy had given me a trinket,
A knife he said it was called.
He said if I ever wanted to join Mum,
I just needed to put the pointy end to my heart,
And push really hard.
He said I couldn’t go back though,
So only do such if I really needed to.
Maybe if I used the trinket I could see Peter,
And we could get married properly!
After all, Mum would most certainly let us.
So I took the trinket,
Put it over my heart,
And gave a strong push.
Pain blossomed,
That’s odd.
It shouldn’t hurt.
Maybe it was because I was too much of a lady.
I kept pushing despite that,
And soon my knees buckled,
Then it got dark.
I would see Peter and Mum soon,
Hopefully anyways,
I wonder what they were up to.
And then I saw something,
The most brilliant of light,
And I began to walk towards it.

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Classic Romeo and Juliet story
She was madly, madly in love with a dashing man, but her father forbid the marriage
So the knife ended up in her heart, plunged by her own hand
She haunts with eery, ethereal grace in her old mansion
She’s the soprano in a musical
You know the kind
The leading lady locked up in a tower all beautiful
The Johanna, the Cosette, the Christine
High pitched, regal British accent
Her name was been lost to time, so the locals call her Lady of Moon Light or Lady for short