War doom
a strange dominion
not filled
with frolic fear
of that which might appear
not a stir
united with the action
almost deadly in its
sanction
its place of random
...
War doom
Macbeth' sisters are a true
friend of his
together they pluck
the last weeds
off a man's womb
tearing to bits
the place of the
heart
where blood rests
to moisture
death - declared
war doom - the Thane
come Mackbeth,
your turn