Requium for the Dead-A Tribute to Macbeth/Written 8/05
Blessed be the
Who
mourn thy death.
Cursed be thou
Whose life they doth protest.
Open the gates
The spirits do swell,
As thy soul
commences
In eternal hell.
The forests cry out
The rivers
do weep
But n'er thy soul would they keep.
The babes of the
world remember you not
And thy peace thou dost want
Shall
forever be sought.
For e'r thou shalt do justice
For those
whom ye wound