Hunchback Of Notre Dame Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Quasimodo weeps in anguish
Despised for twisted hunchback ugliness
Needing ecstasy of a woman's touch
Knowing he can never father a child
Nor kiss the lips of lover who is true.
Deformed, limping ugliness sublime
Children flee in terror flee screaming
Dogs howl seeing his grotesque shape
Limping miserably from place to place
Trying to hide among the shadows
Face turned towards the shadows.
He swings clinging to the Great bell
Deafened by the thunderous peals
Enjoying one brief moment of happiness
Forgetting agonies of his loveless life
Spirit soaring like a dove over Paris.