Betrayal
Tonight, tonight, the grizzled warrior rides,
Tonight, tonight, the grizzled warrior dies.
Fly, young Fleance, for luck is not on your father’s side.
Fly, young Fleance, far from your dying father’s cries.
Murderers, three in all, shall claim young Banquo’s soul,
Murderers, three in all, shall pay sin’s mighty toll.
Macbeth doth revel at this news,
Macbeth doth know which path to choose.
The path of blood leads him astray,
The path of blood leads him away.
Thicker and thicker the plot doth grow,
Thicker and thicker the river of blood flows.
The witches doth laugh at Macbeth’s surmise,
The witches doth laugh at Macbeth’s demise.
For fate is a ship of which none can board
And those who live by the sword… die by the sword.
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