The, red hands, of Lady Macbeth, are her’s.
He did not want his hands to be red, but his beloved “Ma-damme” insisted.
He did not want to be the foreseen of the three witches; his wife insisted he would.
He was a heart that could’ve been manipulated; Lady Macbeth did that with excellence,
Demoozi returned to his sunlight.
Breeze had slipped back into this bed sheets
The cats kept roaming, surviving,
Limpy, looked at all, at the serenity, and limped away.
Tigris, somehow, saw all of that; her eyes had a spot of a tear, but, but… continued what she doing.