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Macbeth: Blood and Smoke

Macbeth: Blood and Smoke

Smoke on the battlefield

 

Witches stand in smoky haze

 

A prophecy foretold in blood and smoke 

 

Macbeth, shall be crowned king of Scotland 

 

Warrior Macbeth, with victory crowned

 

Macbeth, with his dagger, he slays King Duncan 

 

A bloody scream, drowning in the night 

 

King Duncan's death, a bloody murder

 

A dagger 🗡 soaked in crimson red blood  

 

Blood on Macbeth's hand

 

The blood runs cold like ice 

 

A crimson stain that can't be washed

 

The castle bathed in silver moonlight 

 

Candles burning bright in the night 

 

Banquo's ghost, a haunted sleep

 

Macbeth, haunted by Duncan's murder

 

He struggles against the darkness 

 

Nightmares plaguing him into madness 

 

A tormented soul that burns like a candle 

 

Smoke ascends, from battlefield fire

 

A kingdom cleansed in blood, a funeral pyre

 

Shakespeare's Macbeth

 

A chilling tale of ambition and murder 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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