Cruel Fate
Clodagh Delahunty-Forrest
Othello I care for, Othello I love
A black army general as sweet as dove,
We got married in secret no one knew
Who could have foretold the betrayal and horrors that would ensue?
As a token of his love he gave to me
The fairest handkerchief you will ever see,
It made my heart jump with glee
Forever in my possession it will be.
A handkerchief so pure and white
Who would have thought the jealousy it would ignite,
Elegantly embroidered with strawberries so fine
That was handed down through my Othello’s blood line.
My precious gift that I keep close to my heart
Gives me comfort when we are apart,
To my token I tell all my woes
To it my secrets I disclose.
My gift is lost to my horror and surprise
To my love I have had to tell lies,
Never have I seen such anger and rage
As fierce as a lion trapped in a cage.
A cowardly plot filled with jealously and spite
To kill our love he had no right,
Iago’s plans were dangerous and full of hate
Only he could know our fate.
My untruths were only to protect
Until my gift I can detect,
Could I have been really careless?
My heartache is endless.
I am awoken from my sleep
By Othello with a kiss that will make me weep,
My gift I see is in his hands
My death I can see are in his plans.
I beg for my life
As his loving wife,
His fury is too great
For me to save my fate.
A pillow is his weapons of choice
You can no longer hear my voice,
As my last breath is taken
I will no longer awaken.