Poem - The Ravanous Corpse

Right, I wrote this one about 3 years ago. This one is based on a local legend around my area, mixed in with a large dollop of artistic license.

Enjoy, please comment.

The Ravanous Corpse

Our tale starts in Anwick old, where on a night, dreary and cold,
A nobleman named Garathson did spy upon his spouse,
For she was beautiful and fair, with dainty hands and golden hair,
Which lead Garathson to fear, she entertained within the house,
While he was absent, gentlemen who lusted after her.

Lord Garathson’s reputation, was that of an abomination,
A truly heartless wicked man with jealously unmatched,
So he climbed upon his roof, hoping that he should find proof,
His wife had been with men uncouth and presently unattached,
So that he might have ample reason to make her more ‘aloof’.

Before he reached his treacherous wife, Lord Garathson slipped and lost his life,
Shortly after landing hard upon his lovely lawn,
When he was buried in his plot, that the chapel did allot,
To that lucky, high-class lot, precious few did mourn,
For the man who in the grave had just started to rot.

Now Garathson lay in the ground, less than a week, when on the town,
Descended a most hideous and destructive plague,
Many a villager was found dead, with sores on their body and head,
A putrid corpse, so it was said, had risen from the grave,
To leach upon the living and into there hearts strike dread.

Garathson, it was assumed, was this corpse, so they exhumed,
His body, so that they might now set the record straight,
So the locals all did work, till on the carcass they did look,
Until one pick-wielding curious cleric, did with weapon penetrate,
The body, and from the wound flowed there forth a bloody brook.

They took the body from the grave, for they planned to burn the nave,
Who’s fault it was that this curse on Anwick had descended,
So they placed him in the square, and burned him in the morning air,
Of him they need no more despair, his reign of terror ended,
And so to here ends the tale of Garathson, the vampire.

Challis your a great writer, I enjoy reading your stuff, no problems that I could see.