Heathcliff

This poem is related to the character from "Wuthering Heights" - a Emily Brontë's book.

A phantom shadow goes uphill
like a wanderer so mentally ill

His sadness is spread by the wind
A  wolfish howl of a fiend

The folk tell his cursed tale:
The Wuthering Heights gipsy gale

He roams desperately to find his dead beloved,
Cathy Earnshall, whom to another world arrived…

Heathcliff carries so much regret
His actions made Cathy so upset

Cathy had a health so feeble
She could not endure such an evil

The scoundrel commited a lot of mischief
Covered her house with veil of grief

They had loved each other
But the fate was stronger

She married with Edgar Linton
Handsome, rich and full of wisdom

Well, this past is sleeping in its loft
This generation is dead and lost

Heathcliff’s ghost searches for his light
in the darkness of Wuthering Heights

Without hope, he cries
Under that lowering skies

He cannot take it further
Suddenly he hears a thunder

That lightening destroyed a tree
There, a woman he can see


He recognizes Cathy, and arrives there eagerly
Stumbling through the rocks, with difficulty

She looks so pretty and peaceful
Cathy  has forgiven all  his evil


Neither Heathcliff nor Cathy say no word
An embrace and a kiss lead them to another world