APRIL PENG 13V
In hell-racked nights, sleepless I lay
To madness driven, down descend.
For redemption, indeed I pray:
Cease wanton sins! My mind torments!
Your lips, your skin, female perfection
Are noble virtues you embed.
In truth I hold no ill intentions,
But to bury lust with the dead.
O pain! The chains of morality
Are blades of hell that score my heart.
So foul! My love, which holds such beauty
Is tainted by the Devil’s mark.
Your death would not have come so soon
Had not we shared our mother’s womb
After ‘The Duchess of Malfi’ by John Webster
image courtesy of Shakespeare’s Globe, Globe On Screen