Subj: A Woman Named Miranda...
Date: 7/6/99 8:07:44 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Mysterious Millicent
A Woman Named Miranda....
When she was young, oh, how she thought,
To be elegant and refined.
To be wanted, desired and to be sought,
By Lords of the wealthest kind.
Not to be a simple maid,
To be bought and sold for a tool;
To serve the master whatever he bade,
Was oh, so incredibly cruel.
Her mother died as she was born,
And the father she loved died, too.
Leaving her little time to mourn,
Survival was first this she knew.
And to the servant's life she turned,
Working and learning the trade.
But, inside her anger continued to burn,
Of humilation of the life of a maid.
Now, fate stepped in, as it sometimes can,
And perhaps out of servitude to flee,
The day she met an incredible man,
By the name of Judah Zachary.
He was mysterious, but very strong,
But interest in her was true.
And with him she seemed to belong,
For she knew he loved her too.
He was very evil and dark,
This man who held her soul.
And upon her heart he made his mark,
To own her was his goal.
And though she truly loved him,
She feared him much, much more.
For he would kill merely on a whim,
Yet, he still was the one she adored.
One day he did bestowe on her,
A power greater than riches.
Making her his beloved for sure,
Joining his coven of witches.
The powers he gave her was wealth, and yet,
One could not buy them nor sell.
The richness of the power was met,
In the casting of a spell.
She learned the power a bit at a time,
The process of mastery was slow.
And under Judah's guiding hand,
She began to blossom and grow.
But Judah's shadow had fallen,
Upon highly sacred ground.
When a leaders house he came callin',
And the coven burned it down.
From that moment on it was truly,
Death ,if a witch you be.
And to be one with Judah duly,
Meant hanging from the highest tree!
She loved, worshipped, cherished this man,
He was her love, her father, her god.
She now was a member of his clan,
Which he ruled with an iron rod.
But she possessed a defiance,
The other clan members did not.
She had courage and self reliance,
And to be free of him was her thought.
So to the elders of New Bedford she spoke,
She confessed and promised to tell,
In an effort to break the tyrannical yoke,
Of the warlock and his spells.
She told the elders she could show,
How acts of witchcraft were made.
If they would grant and to her bestow,
Immunity from the law if she stayed.
The elders were pleased and even agreed,
To let her leave that place.
With that she made only one request,.
A cloth must cover his face.
He must not be allowd to look on my face,
With his eyes that look from beyond hell.
For if he looks at me while I speak in that place,
I will be the victim of another spell.
And so the agreement was carried out,
And Judah was convicted as he dreaded.
The sentence of death was read with a shout,
And the man was swiftly beheaded.
She left that place soon after the trail,
And was ever afraid of that man.
Whom she had loved and whose life he defiled,
And left her in a foreign land.
Starting over sometime in the fall,
On the island of Martinique.
Once more a maid, this Miranda duVal,
Changed her name to Angelique.
Working as a maid, still searching for love,
With a gentle and kind-hearted man.
She finds what she needs even beyond and above,
With Barnabas Collins, in this foreign land.
Finis
