In rivulets, deep crimson flows.
Oh whence, from here Fleance there goes.
I lay here in a mangled mess.
I hide from him my deep distress.
My boy, young, his innocence lost,
From mind, this image never tossed.
May someone who can save be near?
He must find help, or live in fear.
With him gone, calm now is my mind.
Murderers spare him, please be kind.
For death now, I lie still and wait.
Though murderers I cannot hate.