Hunchback Of Notre Dame Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Quasimodo weeping in anguish of heart
Despised for twisted hunchback ugliness
Needing the ecstasy of a woman's touch
Knows he will never father a child
Nor kiss the lips of a lover that is true.
Deformed, limping ugliness sublime
Children in terror flee from him screaming
Dogs howl at his grotesque shape
As he limps miserably from place to place
Trying to hide among the shadows
Face turned towards the darkness.
Swings clinging to the Great bell
Deafened by the thundering peals
And for one brief moment of happiness
Forgets the agonies of his loveless life
As his spirit soars like a dove over Paris.