Clasp your hands together

Put one palm on top of another

Run your bloody hands through spring water

And let the blood wash away

But wait

What is that I see

His mouth opened in a silent scream


What is that I hear

The accusations of murderer

A wife greedy for power

A king's loyal knight greedy for his wife

Turns to disaster

A sword, the world, the court

Cries for the forest to move its roots

And let it come to soak the guilty blood

From the floors of a fallen castle.

AN: For Shakespeare's McBeth.