Fables — Macbeth

Preparations are well advanced Velvet palls and sweet jasmine smell For marriage of heaven and hell Vipers shed at once the skin Now wicked clasps forgive all sins Wishing you joy with much regret Like a cross round the devil's neck Deadly hatred has fallen in love

The upper crust Feed on trust And lies to the last To wear the crown Of kings and clowns And always tell new fables

Still life A masquerade to appear Worm eaten apple Shining like a star Beware of The forked tongued lambs Guardian angels Dig your grave by night

Enchanted by the gloss of silk Trust build them a triumphal arch While organ dirges their wedding march For feathers dancing in the wind Apparence is like a dazzling ring But as you know roses soon fade Even in fables ready made Deadly hatred has fallen in love

The upper crust Feed on trust And lies to the last To wear the crown Of kings and clowns And always tell new fables

Still life A masquerade to appear Worm eaten apple Shining like a star Beware of The forked tongued lambs Guardian angels Dig your grave by night

And no wonder if the dumb will not be silent as the grave None is so deaf as those that won't hear All that glitter is not gold