Neptune's Macbeth

Not even its oceans could cleanse Macbeth’s guilt, Etched into palms and cut into lifelines, within skin everlasting. Poisonous serpents twist like gaseous clouds acrid, in a helix of Trust doubled, betrayed by a cousin valiant no more. Unknown and unseen, unjust and unkempt - a fate handed down unanimous. Nocturnal damnation circling circling, that coven three upon a heath Erupting at the manipulation of a man come undone.