*Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair*

*Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair* *(For the fans of Shakespeare's Macbeth)* Beneath Dunsinane’s haunted glare, Three sisters stir the poisoned air. They chant upon the moorland bare: "Fair is foul and foul is fair." A soldier brave with valiant pride, By fate and fire is turned aside. The seed of kings they plant in jest— And wake ambition in his breast. The dagger floats, unseen, yet real, A bloodless sign, a deadly seal. He steals through night with silent breath And crowns himself through Duncan’s death. The queen, with iron soul and tongue, Drinks deeply from the dark unsung. Yet guilt will stain her moonlit hand— No wash can cleanse that cursed brand. Banquo's ghost walks through the feast, A warning from the murdered beast. And forests march, and swords arise, As truth breaks through Macbeth’s disguise. The throne once won through blood and fear Now trembles at Macduff’s spear. What fate had built on wicked clay Comes crumbling down by break of day. So heed the chant the weird ones share— "Fair is Foul and foul is Fair" For power gained by crooked art Will pierce the soul and break the heart.