A TRAGEDY IN ONE ACT
by Victor Marsh & Walter Shepherd (1904) The moon shone through the grimy window pane Athwart the dusk that gathered in the room. The day was over, twilight on the wane And all seemed wrapped in dark and dismal gloom Except within the gas light's flickery flare Which weakly shed its sickly radiance down Upon a somewhat strange fantastic chair Where sat a beardless youth whose eyes so brown Seemed starting from their sockets as in fear. He clutched the chair with hands both white and bony With head thrown back with throat exposed and bare. His whole frame shook and quaked with agony. Horror! Is this some dreaded den of torture where suffer those who sin against the State? Is this some youthful and rebellious courtier who now in pain his crimes must expiate? I see the dreaded operator near As if to seize his victim in his wrath, To glory in the agony of fear, That flecks the victim's lips and chin with froth. I see the beads of sweat upon the brow, The mute appeal within that poor youth's eyes, As his tormentor pounces on him now, For his escape no earthly chance now lies. I see the glint of steel... a bright blade flash... Oh! horrid sight that makes my marrow freeze... But stop! From out the chair he makes a dash, Pays twopence for his first shave... Next please.
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