Esmerlda's Sanctuary

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another old piece I found lying around - I was inpsired to write it after finishing Victor Hugo's the Huncback of Notre-Dame. I'm no Wordsworth; I really need to work on rhymes.

Submitted: June 05, 2010

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Submitted: June 05, 2010



Santuary -

You say the gods smile down upon me; me,

the gypsy scum, mothers flee

with their daughters, and oh, how my tambourine longs to sing,

but even it cannot evade the insults passers-by fling

at my tormeted skull.

Phoebus -

I've been told a rose by any other name should smell as sweet,

and to which I much agree, for a Jacob who would greet

with his face, his hands, his lips; it would be bliss

for that Jacob (my Phoebus) to share a kiss.

Quasimodo -

My vile saviour, my deformed hero,

whom locked me in this sanctuary - ha!

An ornate cage now my home.

Frollo -

Foul priest screaming your blasphemies,

You beast! You demon! You hellish angel!

I leave you

to your profanities.

The noose -

Mother and daughter reunited at last,

With all hatred past, but sentences not

completed. The rope is prepared.

If only he, my Phoebus, were here,

then my blood would not smear

the footsteps of Notre-Dame.

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