Disclaimer: Every word in the following poem has been taken from William Shakespeare's Othello.

Soul- Adieu

Please it grace-
My soul at stake.
Found in some place my sould
A drop of patience.
Thy tyranny robb'd smiles.
My soul - It is the cause.
Adieu.

Twas mine, tis his now -
Slave to thousands
Makes me poor indeed.
Sweet soul - instructed soul,
Tis hath an unknown fate.
Adieu.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy.
Jealous souls will not be answer'd so.
Jealous for jealous - tis monster.
This look of thine will hurl my sould from heaven
And fiends will snatch at it.
Cold - Cold.
Adieu.

Thy cunning'st pattern - heaven forfend!
I would not kill thy soul!
Heaven defend lovers' remedies.
SOUL - SOUL, come my soul to bliss.
Nature excelling, past patience escape,
Adieu.

By my life - soul.
Ay, thy look as grim as hell.
Why hath he thus ensar'd my soul?
Adieu