Othello

In Venice's heart, a tale unfurls,

Of love, deceit, where darkness swirls.

Othello, a Moor, in secret tied,

To Desdemona, love undenied.

Yet Iago, ensign filled with spite,

Plotting vengeance day and night.

A scheme he weaves, a web of lies,

To make Othello's love demise.

He whispers poison in Othello's ear,

That Desdemona's faith is insincere.

With falsified proof and twisted plot,

He stirs the cauldron, blazing hot.

Othello's love, it turns to rage,

As jealousy takes center stage.

Suspicion blooms, a deadly seed,

A path to doom, love's cruel misdeed.

Desdemona, innocent and true,

Bears false accusations, she's tried and through.

Her pleas for justice, all in vain,

In a world where women's voices wane.

Iago's treachery, it knows no end,

Cassio, his pawn, he'll not defend.

Roderigo, too, ensnared by lies,

For love of Desdemona, he too dies.

On Cyprus' isle, the climax nears,

Othello's wrath, his heart in tears.

In their chamber, love turns to strife,

As he ends Desdemona's precious life.

Emilia, Iago's wife, unveils the plot,

The truth, at last, in words caught.

Othello, tormented by his fate,

Chooses death, his heart's weight.

Iago, revealed, his villainy known,

Tortured and bound, his silence sown.

Desdemona's innocence, now proclaimed,

But love and trust, forever maimed.

"Othello's" tale of envy and despair,

A warning call, a truth laid bare.

In jealousy's grip, destruction found,

A timeless lesson, forever bound.