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Description
Three silhouettes of ghostly form
Cast their wicked spell,
To brave, bewildered Macbeth
They do tell,
Of power, more power to come.
Thane of Cawdor he shall be,
But what dark future
Erupts from Macbeth?
A twisted plot to
Kill, kill, kill,
Kill King Duncan in his dreams.

Sharp, bloody turmoil
Is poor Duncan's fate,
Betrayed by corrupt minds,
Stealthy serpents,
In his sleep.
The armor, what amor did see?
No longer will they be
As the twisted serpent strikes
Through his guilty mind, he bites
And Death whisks them away.
Two sons, brothers,
They flee,
Flee the venom of death
That lies in Duncan's veins.

Murderers three,
Sword in hand attack noble Banquo.
The bite of the swift, sharp blade,
Brings about his demise
As Fleance flees their sight.
A banquet, a feast.
Macbeth's words bring truth,
If only Banquo were present!
But what illusion is this?
What dark, cruel trick?
A writhling, fog of matter,
A vibrant, lifelike image.

Banquo lives! Look there! He sits!
The once stable bridge begins to crumble under
Macbeth's feet.
Witches, witches, witches!
Hecate! Hecate!
The dark, thick air is filled with magic,
As the ghostly forms cast their spell.

Spells upon spells
As the corrupt one approaches.
Three apparitions,
Beware, beware, beware!
Fife, child, creeping woods,
Beware, beware, beware!
The death of Fife's wife,
Lady Macduff and her son.
Anger, rage, revenge for Macduff.

Relive your worst pasts,
Lady Macbeth,
In your sleep.
Tell the observers your deep, dark secrets
Of your part in those awful deeds.
Blood, and more blood
Dripping down your hands.
Thick, dark life covers your pale skin,
Those hands shall never be wiped clean.
Farewell, good Wife!
Complete your end.
Battle, war
Is upon lonely Macbeth.
Bravado vs. bravery
Which ends in his death.
Macduff avenges wife and son
As crimson blood stains the ground.
The serpent's head shows as proof,
To the end of his bloody reign.
Victory over Macbeth!

Description
Three silhouettes of ghostly form
Cast their wicked spell,
To brave, bewildered Macbeth
They do tell,
Of power, more power to come.
Thane of Cawdor he shall be,
But what dark future
Erupts from Macbeth?
A twisted plot to
Kill, kill, kill,
Kill King Duncan in his dreams.

Sharp, bloody turmoil
Is poor Duncan's fate,
Betrayed by corrupt minds,
Stealthy serpents,
In his sleep.
The armor, what amor did see?
No longer will they be
As the twisted serpent strikes
Through his guilty mind, he bites
And Death whisks them away.
Two sons, brothers,
They flee,
Flee the venom of death
That lies in Duncan's veins.

Murderers three,
Sword in hand attack noble Banquo.
The bite of the swift, sharp blade,
Brings about his demise
As Fleance flees their sight.
A banquet, a feast.
Macbeth's words bring truth,
If only Banquo were present!
But what illusion is this?
What dark, cruel trick?
A writhling, fog of matter,
A vibrant, lifelike image.

Banquo lives! Look there! He sits!
The once stable bridge begins to crumble under
Macbeth's feet.
Witches, witches, witches!
Hecate! Hecate!
The dark, thick air is filled with magic,
As the ghostly forms cast their spell.

Spells upon spells
As the corrupt one approaches.
Three apparitions,
Beware, beware, beware!
Fife, child, creeping woods,
Beware, beware, beware!
The death of Fife's wife,
Lady Macduff and her son.
Anger, rage, revenge for Macduff.

Relive your worst pasts,
Lady Macbeth,
In your sleep.
Tell the observers your deep, dark secrets
Of your part in those awful deeds.
Blood, and more blood
Dripping down your hands.
Thick, dark life covers your pale skin,
Those hands shall never be wiped clean.
Farewell, good Wife!
Complete your end.
Battle, war
Is upon lonely Macbeth.
Bravado vs. bravery
Which ends in his death.
Macduff avenges wife and son
As crimson blood stains the ground.
The serpent's head shows as proof,
To the end of his bloody reign.
Victory over Macbeth!