The Chilling Tale of Victor Krell (Work in Progress)

Jan 04, 2008 - 21:35 PM PST

There's an old man with graying hair
That sits in the dark corner over there
Rocking back and forth in his rocking chair
As into the past does his vision stare
Reminding him of that brisk, clean scent in the air

The smell of death stinging his nostrils
The smell lingering in through the windowsills
Heart mind and body stopping, lying still

Now I'll tell you the story of how he came to be
This man so lonely, this man you see
Just open your ears and listen closely

Go back deep into your mind my dear kin
Venture slowly, journey deep into his
For this chilling tale, he will let you in

From the very first days of Victor Krell
He was destined only for a life of hell
He lived unwanted, hated as a youth
Always depressed searching for love, for truth
He wandered and wandered a low-little boy
Searching and searching, not finding joy
All through his youth he sat with a frown
As the days of his life were keeping him down
Even everything he had was not enough
For finding happiness was far too tough

Neglected he was by parents and friends
To destroy his soul and spirit did they intend

Empathy he found from his dear aunt
Temporary hope inside his heart did she grant
She clothed him, cared for him, took him in
Love, support, caritas, was given him
Light brought to his days once very grim

His dear aunt left him one day
Went off with a man that made her gay
Depression sank in to Victor's dismay
Because his aunt left, she was on her way

Months went by, years passed
Hopelessness made them fast
Hope returned with beauty's face
The face of love the embodied in Grace

Grace brought Victor happiness and love
He knew she was his savior sent from above
She gave him everything he could ask for
He in turn gave what she asked and more

They lived, the loved, he proposed, they wed
He loved her he every day he said
Together they would procreate
He was hers and she was his soul mate
But with each child Grace began to abate
Victor thought with each child born
It was Grace's face that he could adorn
Though soon she came down with a fretted disease
Heart nor mind of Victor's could be put at ease

For soon he would lose the love of his life
He would lose his girl, he would lose his wife

Four frightened months he had lost hope
Then Grace's condition seemed to improve
Victor found faith to help him cope

Faith disappeared in the matter of a day
When his wife was gone from the mysterious disease
That lay stagnant in her body with no sign of dominance
Grace would soon lay stagnant in her grave
She slowly turned to dust along with Victor's happiness

By her side by night and by day next to her tomb Victor lay
To try to feel happiness but once more his heart turned into a dying sore
He would question himself would joy return as before, but quoth his heart, "nevermore"

Bitter and old Victor grew
Losing his mind
His heart a hatred slew

And so you see Victor Krell
Wicked caused by a life of hell
Venture slowly from his brain
Slowly, to the realm of the sane.