Macbeth
A blessed field of turbulent green
The hellish place of death unforeseen
As I gaze up at clouds of black
A hateful fear I'm holding back
Creeps out from under conscience clear
My life it now begins to steer
Away from it's once righteous path
Unto the scene of holy wrath
Dragging me from a once peaceful end
To a place to evil to comprehend
I have now one choice of life or death
A fate shared with only one, Macbeth
