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lames of desire scorch my restless heart
Flames that seek vengeance—flames that do not part
The Serpent’s venom seeps into my soul
Wretched Serpent, thy name is Iago
I, yearning to repay a deed most foul,
Round these vast walls of no means and no how
Mine true desire left to be unclaimed :
‘Twas but my radiant Desdemona
She, the burning fain craving of my heart
Is hotter than that of my mere revenge
Oh, angelic skin untouched by the sun
Enticing lips : luscious and temptatious
Alas, in heaven, we shall reunite
And betrayal’s vengeance will be obtained
So, as to right the wrongs of treachery
The Moor and Iago will burn for sins
And we shall thrive in marvelous union
With this, I part, but we will meet again
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This is a poem/solioquy in the POV of the ghost of Roderigo from Shakespeare's Othello. He doesn't actually show up as a ghost in the play, but I did want to write this from a unique perspective, as he is in the afterlife here. It's not a true sonnet, but it has the same rhythm essentially.
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Short Stories, Poems, and Essays O' Mine
RandomThese are random writings of mine that aren't a part of a story but still real good in my opinion. Most are for school. Enjoy!
