Is anyone there?
Is somebody here…?
Or is everyone… elsewhere?
Anew silent thoughts without voice…
Invade the stifling fog…There is no choice.
Soggy again… London is hardly a friend.
Crawling through hell I know so well,
Stretched on a rack, night and day are just black.
All my dreams are dead,
And there is nothing else instead.
Nothing as it used to be...
My Sweet Angel Rosie... Forget about me.
Here forlorn in the dark of night,
my will to live still holds me tight,
Floating alone on an island in the sea,
a beautiful vision came to me...
Here unable to move, speak or see…
Still alive I refuse to die,
Baroness Wixham, are you asking why?
Rot! Even lying to me…
Insisting: “I love you so!” What irony!
Where have you gone with my son?
Who wants a cripple for life?
one will ever be my wife!
I know… I know, no longer loving you so…
my corpse would have been handy,
Shipped home… in a barrel of Brandy.
duty was done and Britain won.
A new day for England has begun.
Lonely …Oh, yes!
But Napoleon is more desolate today,
And all I have to say.
Is anyone there? Go away!
Bear Note: Unable to write and hardy to speak, I was given permission to write this poem down and sign it with his Grace, the Duke of Willowbee's name as he wanted it done. Honored to do so,
I humbly am,
Sir Robert Eowan Lochlan McGregor
Duke of Lochlan
(Dictated by Sir William, but soon written down, the poem was indeed signed W. Willoughby by highly trusted Sir Robert Eowan
Lochlan McGregor who is looking after Will... day and night, always best friends since both were 7 years old, but gone for a moment for Willoughby's real Father, Sir William Edward, the Earl of Lindesay and more... who looks after both, has sent Rob
to eat something. Willoughby's kind Father is bringing candied almond icecream to Will that he fancied. Everyone told Will was dead, but secretly in Mayfair, unable to eat much and loosing weight, even Rob kept feeding Will
all sorts of 'delicous goodies.' Oh, yess, they did indeed have icecream with all sorts of even strange flavors in those days, but a luxury, of course. )
Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen
At 25, Will is indeed mortally wounded during the Battle of Waterloo after being sent to see and received by Napoleon on a matter of great importance... between 2 and 3 in the afternoon...
when Napoleon is said to have vanished for about an hour... To this date no one, not a single historian knows where he was. Oh, well... Napoleon Bonaparte did suffer from epilepsy... Napoleon had entered the Secret Archives of the Vatican
and taken what he wanted. Much of immense value was found in Paris by mainly the British, and the Prussians, the Russians... of the 7th. Coalition as well... but it was not until 1817... that only some of the priceless treasures and hardly "A
good many Secrets" were returned to the Vatican...
Still alive and back in London, but in great pain, Willoughby is blind and unable to move much at all or walk, if ever
again. His broken and cut legs were however, not amputated... nor were his lungs perforated by all the broken ribs and he can hear, speak in a hoarse voice and move his right arm and hand. Willoughby is ambidextrous.
Irish Baroness Maureen O'Mulligan who had been his Mistress was 'expecting' and truly wanting a Son, Will had promised to do the 'honorable thing' and marry her. He would keep his promise and even more so discovering
the child was an 'inconveniance' Maureen was not looking forward to, even though she was dying to marry Will after the hurtful liaison had ended. The only man ever to have walked out on her... having had enough of lies, Willoughby
had certainly told her...: "Baroness, the two making a signed and sealed agreement... Unlike you... I have kept my promise and seen to that you are well provided for till the end of your days. Never marrying you, the two of us are now over and done and the truth!"
"Pleasure indeed... but never your
Viscountess or Countess... Marriage not included... how very conveniant, Coronel Lindesay! I will never let you go. Sir... Ever, Willoughby!"
"You have no choice, Madam. Enough!
When enough is enough ... it is enough. Enough!Farewell, Maureen!Farewell!"
"Fiddlesticks, Darling...! You can bark all you want!"
Nonetheless soon hearing very "unexpected news," a new agreement was made. A solicitor saw to that everything was in order and a simple wedding would take place after the Battle of Waterloo, but hearing
Willoughby was first missing and after 7 days reported fallen at Waterloo... Ashamed, still unmarried and afraid of what people would say, the Irish Baroness Wixham had dissappered.... Enough.
Rob and several Royal Cavaliers had even gone to Ireland to look for her... Now useless, paralyzed and unable to sire another child... Willoughby wakes up... alone... in pain, mad... sad... lame, unable to move, blind and having no idea if
it's day or night...