(Author - Charlotte Bronte)
Jane of quiet, timid unremarkable countenance forthright questioning all left in care of stepmother of bias due to unpardonable favor towards children of more singularly attractiveness contend with numerous quests for solitude she eluded the company of ill-behaved boors of sibling clash she hideth in places sought far
Bullied tormented by an apparition of sad remark he struck her continually with abuse of none correct
Plaqued as if questing her stepbrother demanded what book readeth you as if you deserve the privilege wrenching from her grasp striking her fiercely with blow of harsh to incite an injury cut of deep bled
Defending herself with fierce revolt she resisted the lies of foul assault of character trampled many
Despairingly referred to over over she heard recriminations she should be good good otherwise death follows a swift flight unstoppable
Being continuously chatised beaten she received the cruelest thrust to tender heart exile
Enrolled at impoverish school for orphans of female she survived the direst of charity, cruel harshness of too severe punish and lack of nourish day after day time excelled rolled by as miserable as a prison term of life
Fantasy Fantasy went by of escape escape a life of tenous tideous boring frustration endless endless days of rigid control control to kill the soul
Letter of light receive the heart pound pound with expectation expectation of adventure adventure of of new life to start before
A Lord A Lord to be my employer for position of nanny of angel sweet today today is the day of freedom air cold crisp fog heavy with volume of sound couch swaying bucking to its own beat it flew miles miles casting by as the sound of free
Dusk to Dawn Dusk to Dawn time portrayed all the sin of none but clear arrival of castle cast in outlines of lines etched in sky of dark
Door opening free of noise soundless as whispers large greeted she by servants all sleeping as no sound exist Jane slept within feathers of comfort bedding of no small cost
Waking to small noises within room of sleep she met little mademoiselle of charge she be asking with voice of soft shy she enquired name of moppet with curls of large soft black as she stroked light as tender
Adele is my name I am from France dancing singing is my life teach teach me all to please my papa of dearest to my heart
Meeting Lord Rochester with eyes of huge stars of wonder she gazed gazed in love of fast with heart flying
as birds sing
Days went into weeks of busy bliss teaching being courted loved Jane walked on air of roses cushioned surrounded by Lord Rochester's love
Night of storm crashed thundered hard the wind flew as if alive with fists hard banging as the very banshee from hell was roaming moors of cruel cold
Lightening flashing flashing with play of Pan in sky of black azure outlining the horrorific screams that carried the night as thunder crashed echoing echoing each eerie eerie scream that waked the dead to run hide play
Madame Madame stop stop screeched the servants servants watching her running wild with hair atangle atangle she raced through halls of dark screaming screaming until caught holstered restrained
Jane crying with tears of large fear gasped with hand atop heart of uneven beats staggering under truth of knowledge packing valise of small to leave escape until no thought remained in head of whirl
Misery Misery carved both faces of fate cruel stroke of cards playing false against love set against fate life fortune it boded sad the channels of time
Fire Fire Fire they cried the house the house Madame has set the house atorch with hell's teeth biting ferociously hard fiercely deadly the blows
Servants Servants running here there they cried save her save her Lord Rochester's feet flying fast as hell's light ran up burning stairs
Beams of burning fell crushing him as he screamed help help help water of buckets of many crashed against him storming him as the flame cooled dried spiralled freely breathing sigh sigh
Crying Jane's name he rolled writhed in pain for days days melting into weeks as his love traveled the air time to reach her
Waking in night of dark depression Jane awoke with heart pounding putting hands over ears that heard her name called over over Jane Jane Jane Jane
Screaming Lord Rochester's name Jane ran ran into the night gasping with cold sweat running down back with goose pimples rippling her skin
Packing clothes rapidly Jane called for coach coach rushing rushing to her love Lord Rochester assist
Reaching castle Jane leaped free with flying feet calling his name name until she curled arms of love around form of strong hurt whispering I love I love
By Felicia McCaw
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