Macbeth

Macbeth

Sisters three
stir the pot,
the bloody plot.

| a pricking fate |

The wings of the
raven
blot out the sun:
the bloody deed is
done.

Macbeth
haunted by death
and shrinking
heaven;
banging on hell’s
gate.

q2l

Tis the eye of childhood / That fears a painted devil.

q2r

Lady Macbeth

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