THE MADDENING OF MACBETH

Fiery sisters, cursing, blurting

Fiendish harpies loving hurting

Those desiring so sly to bring

False acts of war against the King.

Eyes of venom, hard wills of steel

Calls of hatred to make those feel

That this way comes a prophecy

To make a King through heresy.

Seek to poison a fool’s desire

Make loyalty the grandest liar

At your castle old Duncan lies

Traitors gain as an old man dies.

The die is cast and so the savage, fearful bird of prey

Ignites the busy fires that make such awful night of day.