Macbeth's dream

Three witches in the cave,
frog and mice for their slave.
Gathers around the colossal pot,
whispering chants, cold and hot.
Says that they could see,
Macbeth's future for free.

"A night shall soon come
as silent as monk's hum.
Which, with it will bring
the murder of a worthy king"

With this slaughter of faith,
the throne empties, for Macbeth.

But his hands cannot be clean,
for the blood will always reign.
Soon all friend turns to foe,
war trumpets would begin to blow...

He would hear strange talk,
like forest starting to walk.
nothing else would then be said,
Its their sword and Macbeth's Head.