An Operatic Tragedy

Jo: It's a mean and stormy night
 the moors are bleak and bloody.
 Thunder Claps,
 Lighting stikes
 The fair Clarissa her clothes in disarry
 races across the wild coastal heath.
 Now She stops
 Now She runs
 Will she escape will she be caught
 With bold determination the villianous
 aristoract Braxten Predergast LURCHES for her
 Theres no escape
 She's but a child
 and yet she turns to fight
 with eyes ablaze
 this nobel girl
 meets his gaze
 unafraid.
 She will not be defiled.
 Clarissa&Jo: Keep away me you wretch
 Braxten&Jo: I cannot keep away, your beauty draws me
 your passion ignites me
 B: I've got to hold you
 C: I defy you
 B: Got to have you
 C: Let me by you
 B: Come close
 C: Don't come to close
 B: Come close
 C: Don't come to close
 B&C: so close so close to me
 B: I'll have her, and the mother too
 Jo: And in that moment Rodrigo appears in magnifcent splendor
 R: Unhand that women, villian
 B: Who are you?
 R: I am you destiny your bitterest foe
 You stole what whas rightly mine, ten long years ago
 You left me cold, alone, and forgotten
 now I'm back to settle the score!
 Prof Bhear: MISS MARCH!