For at the death of Duncan shall thy fears forgot, Let us wear the face of which facades deem no fright, Shall'st hides the ****** hands for which fade not, And yield a heart of daggers that shall see's no light.
Let us wear the lips that speak but graceful lies, For no soul amongst us shall know our true intent, Shall all men be'st bestowed to faithful guise, Until 'tis very night shall he lonesomely repent.
May he swallow the poison that burns thy truths, Unyieldingly freeing thy beloved maiden's hand, For deathly path shall inevitably separate youths, Drawing a conclusion to our plot shall'st disband.
And shall upon the heavens shall thy be fairly free, For no stubborn will shall shake thy final thought, And shall wear'st thy mask of thy villain shall we, To shoulder the facades at which our truths rot.
How'st thy lips speaks to her with 'tis forceful adieu, Shall'st better hearts shatter in singles than in two.
A poem on facades -- A reference to Shakespeare's Macbeth -- ****** hands which water can wash not, as Duncan dies at the hand of Macbeth.