To Lady Macbeth

 My darling wife
Who’s composure among madness was kept all too well
What am I to do
Forfeit the fate the merchants of destiny have sold me
Relinquish these visions of power
These visions of blood
Your passing smells the foulest of all my deeds
But fair is foul
And foul is fair
If this my love
Is my price for king and country
Then above all the madness surrounding the air
Evidence would say I have lost my mind
Should I not pursue
Should I not grab destiny by the throat
And I will run down all who oppose my right
I will turn all of England into a barren
Waste lain battle ground
For your passing has shown me the way
Shown me the sacrifices
A king will have to make