The Bane

during battle, as swords swing in mist of time three witches sing Thane of Cawdor and then king shall this be solace that they bring instead a bane upon him is revealed no kin descendants will he yield another's son to be the crowns shield and in this then his fate is sealed Cawdor comes by a king's good grace the prophecies he doth now embrace his lady's ambition positions it's place plotting to kill a king he must now face so swiftly onwards, to this fateful deed to drug king's bodyguard was agreed a sleeping king knifed with all speed frame, blame, and slain the only need but what more hath witches to say all born of women he will slay until those of a wood come his way then shall he see his last today a wrath he executes with his powers women and children's lives he devours across the land of darkest hours his lady's suicide, and sanity sours from the wood there comes an army the spirit of people must be set free the wronged no longer bending knee he fights viciously for his destiny there was one, not from woman born from a dying womb one had been torn he sees clearly now prophecies sworn drops sword, accepting a fate forelorn sing not of the fruits of greed nor the fantasy of a lovers flame the mist of time ensures all bleed love living and live loving is the game AN: anything darker than Macbeth?