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‘Viola’s Ghost’

Across the bay

they staged a play

in Minack theatre’s round;

Twelfth Night it was,

‘Twelfth’Night the play,

when was heard an eerie sound.

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Black-sailed, square rigged,

the boat sailed in,

as for many years she had;

and baying hounds

were heard again,

a cry to make one mad.

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The boat sailed on

‘til soon was gone

and all remained was fear;

and Viola in the water,

swimming for her safety,

until the land drew near.

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She laid forlorn

upon the sand

almost at an end;

until the folk

from round about

did come to help her mend.

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If food and drink

could make her whole,

then food and drink were tried;

but succour none

she got from them,

and so Viola died.

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Her ghost, it walks,

but never talks,

upon the coastal shore,

every Twelfth Night

since that night,

a burden to endure.

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And people wince

and pray to God

when that fell time is here,

and promise up

their new first born

for her to disappear.

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But, Viola treads

upon the verge

of sea and sand and death;

where she was lost

at no small cost

with her final cursèd breath.

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Cesario stands atop the cliff,

upon that self same night,

his Viola never came to him,

perhaps one day she might.

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And with little hope,

he glances back

as he leaves that place once more;

where Viola landed on the shore

and died that tearful night.

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