Macbeth

Bolt from the blue
What Devil art thou?
Thy beauty make the bright stars dim
Moon blushes at the sight of thee
Silky lips full of fire
Auroral glance to die for
Dark nymph mirror of grace
Sweet lethal Cupid's dart
Thy breast and absinth
Evoke majestic dreams of lust
Of grandeurest royal palace
Liar of mortal sins
Cruel siren temptress
Skies too adore thee, goddess
Fiend angelical, was Venus dethroned
Tu eres como el diablo y la luna