My Lady—an acrostic

O Lady! My Lady! This frightful night is done;
For although on the bed three lie dead,
The villain has not won.

Indeed, the villain has not won.

Daring, that one, and dreadful too,
Ready to turn his back on you;
Every story needs its villain, and he, if only for irony,
Although white, was blacker than the devil;
Moor, though, black as he is, was white as snow,
-And just as easily colored with murder.

Othello, though, was too easily influenced,
For him to be convinced of your unfaithfulness.

Thy loyalty, admirable as it was, made you easy prey;
Hear them, my lady? The monsters out there,
Ever ready to devour thee,
Ending your life, and beauty.