Oh Heathcliff, the gypsy orphan
The stranger to the moors
Unwelcomed at Wuthering Heights
Did you bring a demon to this wild north?
Or did a demon kiss your soul?
For Heights lost its peace since your presence
Oh Heathcliff, the abandoned one
Was the contempt too much for your young heart?
Was the mistreatment too rough for your young self?
How you endured it all, dear Heathcliff
It was your love for Catherine –
A wild, wavering heart which you thought false.
I wouldn’t be hard if I were you, Heathcliff
She loved you in her own way
But played a fool’s game.
Why did you run away Heathcliff?
Is it because of what you heard?
Or her feigned indifference?
I don’t blame you, you poor thing
Wild with no guide to lead you,
Mending your ways was beyond hope
And off you went
With bitterness in heart
Marking time for sweet revenge
You died a thousand deaths by misconstrued rejection.
She died a thousand by your running away
Destiny was cruel, was not that so, Heathcliff?
You came back to avenge all
Not the naïve wild before
But a rich yet wicked ‘gentleman’!
What didn’t you do, dear Heathcliff?
A monster dictated you
for no human was capable of such conduct.
What was Isabella’s fault?
And poor Hareton who adored you?
Cathy junior, the daughter of the woman you loved?
All vindication was lost
With your treatment of the innocent
Which deserved no pardon.
You were a cruel father
Why did you hate your son?
Could you have easily forgotten the pain of your past?
How oh how Heathcliff, you turned to be so vile?
You married a devil –
That’s the explanation.
You paid for your sins, didn’t you?
For her spirit wandered haunting you,
Not giving you a moment’s peace
Were you satisfied, Heathcliff?
I’m sure you weren’t,
In a small deep corner, you knew what you did was wrong
Then it all ended
You left to be united with her
Wuthering Heights found its peace.
But did the moors?
Hardly so, I believe –
You and Catherine still haunt their forlorn terrains.
© Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema.