* So this would sound better when you read it, read until the period not the end of the line.
Dear heart, I’m told, you have no eyes.
I order you to see no fear nor pine
About being blind.
Yet, you can see-- truth lies in time;
And only time will prove, “truth lies!”
And words do bind
Us with the illusions that we chase.
All fair is foul—all foul is fair,
And greater still is that
Which can be neither. And yet, disgrace
Does have a pretty face. I’m aware
Of it, yet not so glad
To see it. How quickly blood is spilled-
It dries much slower than an ocean,
While being far more brute...
“God save the king!” Macbeth is ill
With fear, and stripped of his emotion
He stands before You nude.