9 May 2012
She lay on the ground, A broken girl, Discarded, neglected, The thrown away 'pearl'.
Above her, he wept, Knowing his deed, The knowledge came late, His fate now decreed.
He would end himself, To meet her beyond, For her it was worth it, To death he'd abscond.
'Twas a terrible thing, Two deaths by this night, Blood on their bed, It was a gruesome sight.
When fam'ly came knocking, And saw death at his work, They mourned and they raged, At the shadow that lurked.
But husband and wife, Reunited once more, Were rich in their heaven, And ended their time of yore.
Othello & Desdemona. • Opuss № I