The Tragedy of Othello! [Tennet: Poem of Ten Lines]

All was well,


Like the earth’s spinning ever,


Albeit near was the hell,


As the Satan, Iago, started plotting however!


 

Frail as a newborn,


Naïve Desdemona was,


Dark as the coal turned the morn,


Othello doubted her, baseless was the cause.


 

The angel happily died,


 

As she had nothing to hide!

 

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