...Twas the night before murder and all through the castle
Not a problem was brewing, not even a hassle.
But below this innocent cover,
A cloud of rain began to hover.
Something unjust, evil and fake,
Like a flower and beneath, ready to strike, lye the snake.
The Mac-B's were all conniving a deceitful scheme,
Nothing could stop this unstoppable team.
The lords were all nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of uncertainty danced in their heads.
And I behind the curtain stood to listen of taking a life
Dirty Macbeth's anarchist plan with his pushy wife.
The blood he wore could not be changed,
As I could see him viscously scrubbing yet becoming more deranged.
When out in the courtyard there arouse such a clatter,
Everyone sprang to see what was the matter.
Away to the gate we flew like a flash,
Again the...