Macbeth

Shadows are walking in
the darkness of a promised heaven
like spirits in a dark and lonely castle,
they are dancing at a song
of a myriad of voices
with the stares lost in a
secret dimension. Shadows are crying in the
immensity of a gloomy night,
holding in their own all
their consuming sorrow
they seem forgotten in the
heavenly garden,
forsaken in the misery of a