Othello

It begins and ends with you, Othello,

Your shadow watches over you

As you sink through the depths of your own imagination

The wind of fate blows softly, softly

You; Othello

The strike of her hand against the wall

You cannot see through the screen of your jealousy

The well that was really a metal carcass

Open windows full of rain

You did not see until it was too late

The depths of the ocean

You; John

One beautiful stream of light

One love, one heart

Torn asunder into

Two star-cross'd lovers

It begins and ends with you, Othello