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St Regimund e'er he became a saint	A
Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint	A
E'er he renounced the honors of a Knight	B
And doffed his coat of mail and helmet bright	B
For sober cassock and monastic hood	C
Leaving the castle for the cloister rude	D
And changed the banquet's sumptuous repast	D
For frugal crusts and the ascetic fast	D
Forsook his charger and equipments for	E
The crucifix and sacerdotal war	E
While yet with valiant sword and blazoned shield	D
He braved the dangers of the martial field	D
Or sought the antlered trophies of the chase	F
In forest and sequestered hunting place	F
Or tiring of the hunt's exciting sport	D
Enjoyed the idle pleasures of the court	D
Whiling away the time with games of chance	G
With music and the more voluptuous dance	G
The hollow paths of vanity pursued	D
Laughed jested swore drank danced and even wooed	D
No tongue more prone to questionable wit	D
Nor chaste when time and place demanded it	D
His basso voice both voluble and strong	H
Excelled in wassail mirth and ribald song	H
He swore with oaths most impious and unblest	D
Ate much drank more on these lines did his best	D
Caroused by day caroused by candle light	D
In fact behaved like any other knight	D
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This medieval knight the legend saith	I
For months would scarcely draw a sober breath	I
But as his appetite grew more and more	E
Drank each day worse than on the day before	E
Was drunk all night all day continued so	J
Indulged in every vice he chanced to know	J
But long debauch and riotous excess	K
Reduce their strongest votaries to distress	K
When nature can the strain no longer stand	D
She chastens with a sure and irate hand	D
So when the day of reckoning had come	L
She smote with fever and delirium	L
This valiant knight whom we have tried to paint	D
A very slim foundation for a saint	D
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The crisis reached his fever stricken brain	M
Surrendered reason to excessive pain	M
Nor moment's respite comatose and kind	D
Relieved the raging furnace of his mind	D
And gruesome spectres awful and unreal	N
Through his disordered vagaries would steal	N
When last his scorching temples sought repose	O
In hasty nap or intermittent doze	O
His eyes beheld though starting from his head	D
A grizzly figure leaning o'er his bed	D
With aspect foul beyond descriptive word	D
As one for months in sepulchre interred	D
Restored again to animated breath	I
A weird composite type of life and death	I
With countenance most hideous and vile	P
Leering with ghastly and unearthly smile	P
Pointing its shriveled finger as in scorn	Q
Of mockery and accusation born	Q
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As he beheld in terror and surprise	R
This gruesome shape which mocked before his eyes	R
He could distinguish in its haughty mien	S
A bearing something as his own had been	T
Nor had its withered visage quite the look	U
Of vampire ghoul or evanescent spook	V
And as the apparition o'er him bent	D
He saw that every seam or lineament	D
Contour of feature prominence of bone	W
Bore all a striking semblance to his own	W
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The horror stricken knight essayed to speak	X
But words responded tremulous and weak	X
And mustering his dissipated strength	I
A sitting posture he assumed at length	I
Whate'er thou art thou harbinger of gloom	Y
Thou fiend or ghoul fresh from the new made tomb	Y
Thou vampire diabolical and fell	Z
Thou stygian shade or denizen of hell	Z
I charge thee thing of evil to confess	K
Why thou hast thus disturbed my sore distress	K
Why hast thou burst my chamber's bolted door	E
Where guest unbidden never trod before	E
Break this suspense so horrible and still	A2
Declare thy tidings be they good or ill	A2
Be thou from Heaven or from the realms below	J
I charge thee speak be thou a friend or foe	J
Break thou thy silence ominous and deep	B2
Or hence Pursue thy way and let me sleep	B2
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The grizzly spectre still more ghastly grown	W
Surveyed with visage obdurate as stone	W
Then smiled with grimace of derisive craft	D
And in a most repugnant manner laughed	D
But all the knight discerned with eye and ear	C2
Was his own maudlin laugh and drunken leer	C2
Breathe thou thy message shrieked the frantic knight	D
Discharge thy purpose though it blast and blight	D
I charge thee speak by all that is most fair	C2
By all most foul I charge thee to declare	C2
By my bright armor and my trusty sword	D
I charge thee speak by Holy Rood and Word	D
He sank exhausted in such pallid fright	D
The snowy sheets looked dark beside such white	D
The spectre paused in silence for awhile	P
Then broke into a most repulsive smile	P
And answered in a weird and hollow tone	W
Enough to freeze the marrow in the bone	W
I am thy blasted spirit's counterpart	D
A body fit for thy most evil heart	D
I am thy life its psychic image sent	D
To bear thee company till thou repent	D
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'Tis said for forty days the spectre stayed	D
For forty days the knight incessant prayed	D
With scourge with vigil and ascetic rite	D
With fast with groan remorseful and contrite	D
He cleansed his blackened spirit by degrees	D2
And purified it from its vanities	D2
And as he prayed the spectre's gruesome scowl	E2
Grew day by day less hideous and foul	E2
As he waxed holy it became more bright	D
And after forty days arrayed in white	D
It spread its spotless arms devoid of taint	D
Above this erstwhile knight and henceforth saint	D
In benediction as he knelt in prayer	C2
Then vanished instantly to empty air	C2
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Such is the tale embellished by the Muse	F2
'Tis true or false believe it as you choose	F2
Some folks accept the story out and out	D
While some prefer to entertain a doubt	D
But if it be fictitious and unreal	N
'Tis not subscribed and sworn and bears no seal	N
It points a moral as the legend old	D
If it conveys it 'twas not vainly told	D
For should I such an apparition see	G2
I think t'would almost make a monk of me	G2

Alfred Castner King

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