Cali and Sycorax own my soul at the moment, but I do not own them or any other Shakespeare character.

I'm playing a sailor in a school performance of The Tempest, so this first poem is what I (wishfully) imagine for my character's future.

Rime of the Forgotten Mariner

When I left Naples, dressed up as a boy
To seek a sailor's fortune on the sea
I never dreamed of this
When I traversed the main upon my ship
And gazed on splendid sights in teeming ports
I never dreamed of this
When lightning struck the ship, as storm-winds raged
And I was tossed into the roiling waves
I wished I'd never sailed
O blessed storm!
I washed up on a lonely island shore
And wandered there, and never saw a soul
But only plants and beasts of many kinds
A lovely land unmarred by human touch
For many days I roamed, and then I found
A figure sitting sadly by the sea
A fishlike man, with demon in his eyes
I asked his name. He answered: Caliban
O Caliban!
Sired by a mighty spirit of the sea
Upon a sorceress of strength and skill
Child of the isle, he knew it every inch
Until a tyrant came, to whom he was
Enslaved and mocked, by liquor broken-souled
Spurned by his master's daughter, whom he'd loved
Until his master left for better things
Abandoned him to live alone but free
His story sparked a fire in my soul
I vowed to be his friend forevermore
My Caliban!
He showed me all the isle, and in return
I told him tales of places I had seen
We both rejoiced in knowledge gained, and danced
From mountaintop, to valley lush, to lake
I healed his wild heart, and in return
He made of me a woman once again
Our brood runs free as spirits o'er the isle
Each pretty child a picture of my dear
I think but rarely of my natal home
And hope my life will pass in glory here
In savoring the land's wild living jewels
Beside my Caliban