Night after silent night I wait
in the room where you had made your plea,
I stay up late and into the dawn
in vain hopes you will come back to me.
I'm waiting for you to make a move;
my hands are chained by fate and life.
Alone I stand in shadows dark.
Your memory cuts me like a knife.
My enemy is I, myself,
and I have shown no weakness, yet
you send a cold kiss from the grave
and I burn within to pay the debt.
You cut me and you knew it hurt.
Lost in all the games you'd play
as if his fortune freed your slave.
But the thought itself stole you away.
Oh Cathy, Cathy false but fair
I stand here marked with doom.
Wings of fire sound my wake.
You laid us both in your own tomb.
Why did you make it so unreal
when life itself was you and me?
My temper gave you strange delight,
exciting all your jealousy.
The moon is dying on the hill,
flickering shadows the candle throws
but the inner flame is lost and gone.
And here sit I amidst my woes
I don't know why I'm crying.
I'm a body lost without a soul,
half of me that roams the moors
and half of me that's growing old.
I face the angry moon and ask
the wind to carry my cries to you,
but they're lost like feathers in a storm.
The guilty one punished by silence, true:
'You must lose me' was your sigh
as you lay fading in my arms' clasp,
your face so empty, cold and pale,
your eyes still shining with life's last gasp.
Forgive my vengence, sweet cold lips,
if I seemed unfaithful in the way,
for Isabella I never loved;
I watched her weep but made her stay.
They say that Hindley 'went bad ways'
and that I have taken after him.
They know not of my tortured heart
Nor of my future bleak and grim.
I can't weep with strangers at your grave
nor share with them my tragedy.
I envy every word they say
for when you lived you belonged to me!
I don't believe them when they say
Death can hold you fast within its dome,
and now I know; though cruelly missed,
that you have somehow traversed home.
Across the elements searching wild
you came to talk to me that night
wandering where the clouds won't follow,
But too soon vanished out of sight.
Cathy I am coming to you
upon my bed in lonely sorrow.
Call to me across the moors,
for surely I will die tomorrow.
Author notes
This epic poem was written by me sometime back and a copy is lodged in the archives of the Bronte Parsonage Museum. It was a published piece and an old favourite of mine. The grammar/layout may be a bit dated so I have asked an AP teacher friend to review it for me.
I edited it with Scoff's great sugestions and I now have some final edits from my super teacher Terry too. I must admit I'm very pleased with the results. I owe you each a boquet of roses!!!! 
Thank you! 
A contest entry
- Looking for favorites of my favorites by Paloszoo.
700 points, ended February 9, 38 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Amazing. I absolutely love it. It's great.
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I'm so glad you like this one. It is a favourite of mine. Thank you for your lovely words.
Lianonsidhe
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THIS IS SO HEATHCLIFF!
You definitely did Emily Bronte's work proud. Honestly this was just beautiful. My favorite you've written.
I think you deserved more than an HM on this one. You outdid yourself. Beautiful.
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I'm thrilled that you enjoyed 'Heathcliff's Remorse so much, as it is a favourite of mine. Thank you for your lovely words.
Lianonsidhe
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This is a stunning write. It captivated me from start to finish. Simply loved it! BRAVO on your accomplishment! I thank you for entering my humble contest. It's always a pleasure to read a favorite's work
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Hi Lovely lady! The new photo is stunning!
Thank you so much for the green trophy and for your lovely words about 'Heathcliff's Remorse'. It was quite a long write, but Heathcliff was always a passion for me.
Lianonsidhe
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Beautiful tale of love and loss. So glad you shared this with us.
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Hi Toomysterious!
Thank you for your comments on 'Heathcliff's Remorse'. I'm pleased as punch that you like it.
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This is deserving of publication and museum! Wonderful take on the inner workings of the soul. Beautiful descriptions and flow. Very enjoyable. Glad you pulled this forward for us.
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Thank you sweet Hawkeslake!
Your comments are heartwarming and I'm very pleased you enjoyed this one.
You've got a beautiful pen name, 'Hawkeslake', I wonder if you'd let me borrow it as a title to write a fantasy poem for you? I tend to write fantasy type stuff a lot as I love stories. Thank you again.
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Yes, of course, "Do no harm and do what you will" as my pagan ancestors would have said! Your writing is lovely and I'm sure whatever you write will be great. This is actually the name of the small lake below our back garden (Minnesota is "the land of 10,000 lakes" and that is actually true -- they may not be huge, but they are everywhere!) and it is home to a wonderful variety of waterbirds that keep us entertained from Spring through Fall. Blessings! Lita
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This is so very pretty, all your stuff is enchanting, you embroider them with beautiful words, that stay in my head for ages, have you done one based on middsumme nights dream, i love that one, its the only one we really studied at school
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Hi Littlefishone!
I so glad you liked this one. It's a very old one of mine. I had hundreds of poems written long before I found this site and this one was an old favourite. I haven't yet written one about 'A Midsummer ight's Dream', but I shall now. It may be a while before I get round to it, but if it's a favourite of yours then i'd love to do one. Maybe you could do a crit on it for me to help me get it right too! Thank you again special friend!
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Quite a story you tell.
The somber tone fits the subject well. A tragic tale of misunderstandings and false impressions.
There are only a few places where I'd make changes. First and foremost, though, would be to break this into stanzas to make it easier to read.
Line 25: You might use 'on' instead of 'upon.' It fits into the cadence more closely, I think.
Line 48: Maybe use 'nor of my future" to match line 50 'Nor share with them.'
Line 60: 'But too soon vanished' would be consistent with the verb tense in 'you came to talk to me' in line 58.
Wonderful write, even as unfamiliar as I am with classical themes. It has been more than 30 years since I read Bronte. You brought it back to life in my memory.
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Hi Scoff
I've done the adjustments to 'Heathcliff's Remorse' and I must say I'm quite pleased with the results. Thank you ever so much.
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Wow thanks Scoff! I'll be visiting this poem to make some adjustments soon. Your comments have been very helpful. It's a long time since I wrote this (I've hundreds of poems that I wrote before joining this site in March) but it was always a favourite. I was just a bit unsure of posting it as it was so long. I have a few long poems, but I don't think I'll be posting them all. Thank you so much for your help.
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