The Witches� Brew

Based On "Macbeth" By: Shakespeare

The Witches’ Brew

 

High up in the Sky the moon doth shine,

Now, my sisters, is the Witching time.

Macbeth for now hath claimed the crown,

But shall he hold what he has found?

 

The woman died, but given life,

And in her son’s hand placed a bloody knife

Turn to our potion, our Witches’ Brew,

Macbeth’s dark fate begins to stew.

 

From unwilling source taken blood,

Mixed with deceit, turned dark as mud.

Thine visage pales, thine blood runs cold,

Macbeth hath bought what we hath sold.

 

Ares’ anger, Aphrodite’s love,

War from a hawk, and the peace of a dove.

Earth, wind, water, and fire,

Heed our call, fulfill our desire.

 

Banquo’s shade will return for revenge

But the threat still remains with a double edge.

Ghosts from his past now haunt his days,

Lead him towards his fate through this twisting maze.

 

With the setting of the moon and the rising of the sun,

Our magic is finished, and Macbeth doth come.

 

 

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