Oh, host Madame,
What dare I do?
This memory haunts me
Through and through.
My friend 'twas once
this evil foe
who caused me such
nightmarish woe.
...'Tis some somber tale I tell
which still withholds me from the spell
... Still unanswered by my own
Knowledge, would thee... spirits...loan?
Oh, please, my hot tem'per forgive
'tis with a heavy heart I live
like man I feel not - a dog am I
(lacking parts) I long to die
Already once, my life I took
with no back-thought or second look
my wife I killed - unjustly so
and all for thought she was a ho.
Iago moved my hand toward wrong
and scared away the happy song
that filled my life of joy and glee
and drove the sanity from me.
Oh, green eyed monster that me betook,
undo me from thy wretched hook
of jealous thought and plagu'ed mind;
me, from trapping snare, unbind!
I plead thee, spirits
come, be known;
let thy blessed acts be shown
for marvelous words untold
thy witty knowledge does behold.
Unfortunately I say nay
Iago's evil had its way
I ne'er asked my wife of this
and ne'er, her, saw Cassio kiss.
My handkerchief did she lose
and I in igno'rance did choose
that this was fault enough to take
a fatal step for mankind's sake.
If I'd but known
deceit was told
I should have, penalty, withhold
But, he was honest
and I - a fool-
who loved not wisely,
but let love rule.
And so she, lying in my arms,
and dead - pathetic- by my harms...
she struggled not and knew much less
for my feelings, I did not confess.
My heart did burn so full of flame
and knew not more than who to blame
at prodding it, in rage, released
the actions the did breathing cease.
The token lost and dev'lish word
with scene contrived and things not heard
Iago's ear hath heard it all
and yet it's he who pushed me fall.
'Tis part my fault - I do agree
But still, there is some mystery
That only by his silenced tongue
Can this forsaken truth be wrung....
'Tis shame, this lady speaks for sooth
and this is nothing but the truth
I begged of her to share her thought
and yet her husband's words I sought
to be the answer to my quest
to see my wife had nonetheless
been - contrary - to her own
and seeds of wickedness had sown
by making love and passion rise
betwixt our sheets
with moans and sighs
I wanted not and yet I did
my jealous thoughts were ne'er hid
and with a bad ending did come
the smoth'ring of a loved one.
And to thee all, I bid farewell
and hope this tale, your life, won't tell
For it merely in Othello will
leave you not depressed.
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Submission Name: The Words of Othello (excerpt)
