A Sonnet from Antonio to Shylock.

For when your eyes do pierce mine with hate,
An invisible flechette released,
And thou, still silenced in your stubborn state,
Proceed to demand thy bond, none the least.
When I plead thee for mercy and grace,
Thou continue to glare, for I am too late,
Heavy hearted my mind seizes to pace,
Your bitter expression leaves me ill fate.
How do I say I hate thee as well?
Under your flesh lies a black heart of coal,
But no turning back, I say thee farewell,
Though plead thee, let me live and leave me whole.
But through your civilized suit, one can see,
The savage animal you persist to be.

A sonnet I wrote for school, from Antonio to Shylock in "The Merchant Of Venice".