Macbeth

Preparations are well advanced
Velvet palls and sweet jasmine smell
For marriage of heaven and hell
Vipers shed at once the skin
Now wicked clasps forgive all sins
Wishing you joy with much regret
Like a cross round the devil's neck
Deadly hatred has fallen in love
The upper crust
Feed on trust
And lies to the last
To wear the crown
Of kings and clowns
And always tell new fables
Still life
A masquerade to appear
Worm eaten apple
Shining like a star
Beware of
The forked tongued lambs
Guardian angels
Dig your grave by night
Enchanted by the gloss of silk
Trust build them a triumphal arch