Within the walls of the castle
With a twinkle she doth read
The message from her husband
About the sisters he had met
Proclaimed as Thane of Cawdor
Just as they have said
The throne will surely await him
In a future dark and red
A deep and black desire
For the throne she had to see
If by good or ill-willed council
Done must be the prophecy
But fearing her husband’s kindness
To the Darkness she did speak
Her spirit poured in the devil’s ears
To be Queen was her dark wish
With the direst form of cruelty, and thick she sought her blood
Serpents of the Abyss came forth, Her soul with hate did flood
Her breasts she willfully offered! For with gall they were now filled
As a who*e she begged possession, as long as the King be k**ed
Thus she prayed for Darkness
To bring forth the Smokes of Hell
So that the fell deeds she was planning
Would remain hidden by her spell
She sought her beloved husband
And bade him to arise!
To look like the innocent flower
But to be a serpent in disguise
The d**hbell tolled for the King
As the raven’s croak did sound
The King entered Macbeth’s Castle
Right into the Devil’s Ground
And from behind the curtains
Of the castle’s tallest tower
Pitch black eyes were gleaming
As the prey fell in her power…