Othello Writing assignment
The bloodstained ode
A remorseless assassination, an evil, epileptic, cold-blooded vivisection
The disheartened gloomy radiance of a savage's love
I'd seen better days before I loosed a deafening noiseless scream
Suffering from my green-eyed jealousy before I've fallen, jaded and obscene.
Bloodstained bandits compromising courtship by ripping out tortured heartstrings
Suspecting foul play, my addiction breached and I stand swaggeringly vaulted from one hell to the next and now I must lament about a lustrous, majestic, unreal, moonbeam ode
My tongue-tied discontent, an equivocal chant, lowering a premeditated murderous accusation upon mine heavy shoulders' dwindling strength, a worthless Olympian obsequiously drugged on the pain of love and emotion.
I mimic the barefaced dawn of a fiery hoodwinked death in a fool's paradise.
Advertising an amazing countlessly flawed mountaineer's laughable vanishing into thin-aired excitement, which is dead as a doornail, and circumstantial at best now leaving the invulnerable lackluster champion.
And now, I think it is high time that this pained ode for pen and page must come to an end.