Macbeth

White dove lay lifeless on a crown of thorns
Beside a broken sword
Whirlwind blew out a candle
Heartrending cry
Tears were streaming down her face
Cold dread of death black cursed embrace
An endless nightmare croacked on the brink of despair
She felt she would die
Her thoughts flew to his brave betrothed
It was so long ago!
Sweet loving eyes of thee so far from mine
She felt she would die
Sweetheart, my light cruel fate calls me to fight
Sudden shadows fell on me
Was the dream of white dove a message of thee?
You may be wrong
May he live long!
How many winters
What cold you suffered in the pale warmth of hope
Gloomy icy blast from battlefront
Blew his dumb ashes back to court
Atropos broke fine thread of his life
She felt she would die