SHYLOCK
As he hangs
Sweeping and swaying from side to side
A body; limp;
A fragile mind so cruelly dealt with
Quivers not, the hand that stole
With a heart as dark and black as coal
Unsympathetic due to differences few
A mind led by society's views
Without grace
A death so tragic yet inevitable
Swimming in loss
Tears shed are unaccounted for in the rain
In the dead of night, without a soul
With a heart as dark and black as coal
Destroying a life as brave as two
A mind led by society's views