Jealousy

As fog and mist occlude the branching tree,

As wisps of cloud and rain do vision blur,

So I shall pluck the roving eyes from thee

That cast your gaze and Cupid’s spells on her.

In ceremonious magician's cape,

I'll dismember your rotten, putrid corpse

And grant your loathsome heart no fair escape,

Deny it's woeful pleas for just recourse.

Of morbid end let cunning lovers fear,

Confess your lies, reveal your guts, my dear.