The Ghost of Illiam Dhone
My life, reduced to a theory,
written by those I once served.
Furnished with tales of honour
and shame, they summoned me,
tried me unfairly,
and shot me at Hango Hill.
For hours, I bore in agony and anguish,
until the burning pain turned
to death’s icy chill.
I often wonder if that fatal shot
condemned me as a traitor?
Because one could rightly argue
I have the status of a martyr!
That bullet may have stopped my heart,
but my name shall prevail!
For I, Iliam Dhone am Mann,
Leader of Manx Rebellion,
I am the state.
As Receiver General, I lived
to serve my people.
Their struggles, my own;
they, a divided nation,
Was I the driving force of evil?
Or was I a glimmer of hope for those
in depths of despair?
Struggling with death and damnation,
they turned to me for hope.
Can hope prevail without faith?
Hark Ye! Some had faith in me!
Was their faith misplaced?
Now, you decide - I, Iliam Dhone
Am I, hero or villain?
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