How sad 

That secluded moor

They gave him wealth but made him poor.

They let him into Venice yet left him outdoors.

Gave him bright swords but left him in the dark.

Gave him power but made him powerless.

He was built on bravery.

Yet still chained to slavery.

Regardless, inside his heart

There was great love.

He won her precious heart.

The heart of the fair Desdemona

And she gave him unending love 

Yet that love turned into a curse.

A curse of a green-eyed monster

It tangled his heart.

And made him lose sight of reality.

Of what was true and what was a lie.

Overdosed on the lie of pride and desire

He stripped him of his bravery and boldness.

Then cowardly strangled her with his bare hands.

The same hands that vowed to protect her

Ohh, Desdemona’s moor

How can you let jealousy and selfishness consume you?