Meanwhile Iago laughed at the fool
Who was going to shatter his own jewel
Though faithful was Desdemona to the Moor,
Iago's poisonous lies had made him unsure
No longer could Othello bear to see her face
As it was a constant reminder to him of disgrace
Thus Othello planned to finish her that night
And left Cassio's end for Iago to write
Roderigo showed up feeling betrayed
For he thought he had been played
He demanded his jewels to be brought forward
The ones Desdemona was to be offered
But sly Iago had kept them for his own greed
With no intention of correcting his misdeed
Roderigo threatened to reveal his foul intents
Now Iago needed to have him dispensed
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Othello, the Moor of Venice
PoetrySo, I decided to convert Shakespeare's play "Othello" into a poem. This poem is like a summary of the story, basically the main events that occurred throughout the play.
