Bloodstained
Plan, in the process of hatching, gave romantic pleasure.
The Macbeths decided to dig deep for their dream treasure.
While honey dripped through their words, poison brim-filled their hearts,
Environs warned of the consequences of their misstarts...!
Were they not conscious enough to listen to their conscience?
Before the murder, to their hearts, they gave the death sentence.
Shining dagger mocked them, while it kissed the heart of Duncan.
Their physiques acted drunken, while minds stood like silk-shrunken...!
Deed done; glamor gained; power like domes of illusion stood,
They could not cover their shame and guilt within mammon's hood;
Wars lost! Lies of hex proved! Castles collapsed! Disillusioned;
Madness ruled! Bloodstained! Existence, endmost, confusion donned...!
Cain or David or Absalom of the Holiest Book,
Ted Bundy, H.H. Holmes, or Hitler of the civic hook;
No bloodstained has ever flourished in life, history says.
The full measure of every deed pressed down, the doer pays...!!!
27 January 2023
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