King Lear

King Lear hath done most horrible

Deeds that seemed so genuinely terrible

Terrible as though they have seemed

For their worth may not have literally deemed

To watch his heart in pain and agony

With the depressing tone of his painful melody

A melody that thrives on the base of its tune

For its light outshines the magnificence of the moon

He hath done no harm to Regan and Goneril

But his good intentions do come with peril

Peril that strikes the balance of the knight

Peril that shakes the thought of the evil sight

Poor Cordelia’s heart has been broken

As she saw her father being treated like a pitiful token

How does her just heart call for forgiveness

On Lear’s first day as the king of angerness?

Yet with such a kind heart

She feels the presence of a greater chart

A chart with useful blasts

That makes people say: It lasts

To ask and learn of Cordelia’s honesty

Is to master the next possible modesty

Edgar’s heart matches the cup of gold:

A cup that says: the brave and the bold

The fairness of Edgar’s heart will shine

But how long will this light continue growing

before a person comes saying: It's mine

That person who hath done his image wrong

gave him a completely horrible song

An evil song that seemed so long

For the poor and lower classes to bear

And the middle class to prolong

Edmund: the serpent of instability

whose pain and misery know no ends

and knows not of the evil he sends

Beware the schemes of this fox

For it could bring you unpleasant socks

Took Goneril and Regan for fools

Only to see their bodies in deadpools

Had they not used destructive tools

They would not have done it through old schools

Alas, a price must be paid

To even the ones they slayed

And what better way to slay

Than the body of their play?

Gloucester’s eyes might not have seen

The true intentions of the bean

Once his eyes were gone

The truth became clear and done

To live and regret such a day

Is the fool’s chance to play

What better way to pay than

With the blame of his own say?

The purpose of the only tale

Was the irrational way of sale

To whom you convince or hail

Know your true sail

Only that will save your bail

Cordelia’s death in the eyes of Lear

Gives out the true meanings of tear

Madness has struck the good king

To observe the characters sing

To see his dead daughter

Is another way of saying: I hate slaughter

Alas, the time has come

To approve the final truth

One that will truly soothe

Lear has yet to make his mind

About the shattered gloom of the blind

To keep the bias or have the bar signed

Just keep telling them: I have them fined

Will is a path of great power

To reach a top tower

from the bottom of a cliff shower

Lear has yet to taste

Its harsh tone of haste

Never underestimate

Never underestimate

Never underestimate

The true power of fate

For the only repercussion that Lear faced

is the ultimate sign of fear and hate

Remember: Always pick your cards straight

or you will lose your destined gate

When the time has come, it would have been too late

Written By Hassan Dahab