Is there a muse in thee house of shame
ov kinder spirited fire
long-lockets ov black hair
breasted armors for chest
coarsely readily battle anger
innovative smiles ov black angels
furious as thy enemies best
O' Macbeth
Macbeth
'twas no kinder loving heart to fallow.
where thou resides now
has night closed your eyes forever?
where wind graves your body now
so thy loving heart may fallow.
Gengis Capote
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