Good night, Macbeth

Fair blood and foul blood,

It matters not.

Quench my thirst.

Against my honours,

I shall wade in your life wine.

With my silver skin laced in direst cruelty,

Innocent and delicate day shall wake no more.

Smoke of hell, drown the wind

As my mortal murdering hands

Knife your wound twenty.

Your assassination will borne valour.

Your death will let stars shine.

Play, hell spirits.

Come haunt our gentle senses

As daggers scream and babes cry

In the fatal entrance of heavy night.

Good night, Macbeth.

Neverwish

Where shall we meet again,

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

If you can look into time,

The future in the instant,

Will my tears drown the bloody earth,

Or will we, like stars, shine?

To hold thee to my wither’d heart,

The delicate welcome in your eyes, 

The heat of your hand.

Let not light see my desires.

My wish must not be thought of,

It will make me mad,

Because it will never become reality.

So love hath left me unattended, lost.

Our separated fortunes exposed upon the glimmers of day,

The unguarded thoughts in my heart not known,

You depart.

My tears,

Let them come down.