Ghost Of Macbeth

Poem By Gengis Capote

O' Macbeth
My sweet Macbeth
have thou gone the great passage?

here nearly halfway to New Haven
and you dear Macbeth no where to be.

sing dear lady sing again
be thy cynic of truths
and thy laughter of pain.

though please my sweet Macbeth
let me hear your voice again.

If not with a sound,
let it be written under a lighted star night,
sing my sweetest of friends
and I will dance a perfect fools melody.

for you Macbeth
I could play in any stable
amongst the kings favorite horses,
left overs that is,
I could play your Jester any night or day,
only for you or her....

Thine lady of which I've spoken to thy loyal ears, many times!

My sweet muse
My eternal love from afar,
beyond the steps of New Haven.

You my dear lady Macbeth,
only you know me equal to her.
come now sing me a cynics serenade.

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