MACBETH

Bloodstained soil,
Midst fading cries,
Triumph in cull,
Foes in demise.

Macbeth and Banquo,
Before witches three,
Intrigue, tales of prophecy.
Scourge in cackle, love to sing,
Foretell Macbeth he would be king.

Thane of Cawdor,
revels, fills thy belly and cleans thy plate,
Pondering his alluring fate.
Plans to kill and seal a boon,
Lady by side persuades in doom.

King of the Scots,
Thy should be proud,
Haunting tales in his mind aloud.  Suspicions arise,
Insanity takes hold,
Banquos demise,
Sombre and cold.

Once again before witches three,
'Macduff', Macbeth sees treachery,
Family slaughtered,
A king gone mad,
Macduff in pieces,
A revenge so bad.

Upon the field,
Beneath starving crows,
Hatred spews between two old foes.
Eager to avenge where men once bled, Macduff slays and takes the king's head.