THE GREEN-EY'D MONSTER

THE GREEN-EY'D MONSTER

A Lovecraftian Sonnet by

DANIE WARE

A coil of pain and eyes that seethe with green.

As loyal foe brings clever words to flaunt

and horror rises where there was no grief foreseen, 

a heart now mocked by jealous jab and taunt.

Beneath the surface curls a roll of hate

and darkness flares, a fury without name;

it rages beyond reason, fact, or fate,

is blinded to the truth, sees only blame.

And Desdemona cries with her denial,

but cries ignored, her protests lost unheard,

love's innocence rejected and reviled,

and breath all stops, death caught on final word.

The tale ends in truth stark in cold air.

The gods have drunk their fill, and do not care.