“Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air”

Winds doth blow on the arid soil
A thick fog rises that brings death and toil
Three shapes take from from the dismal fog
Chanting curses in a hellbound song

Thrice the lightning struck
And thus they did appear
Devil’s Whores – Ragged and wild
Slithering, spreading doubt and fear

Hail To Thee! Thane Of This Land!
Thou who deserveth An Army’s Command!
Out from the Shadows, thou shalt be King
Thou who will bear the crown and the ring

An overwhelming chill of madness
Ran down along his spine
As he fantasized on the Throne Hall
He knew he was next in line

“Stars Hide Your Fires! Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires!”

Stunned by these creatures, before him took stand
Weird and foul sisters, danced hand in hand
Sworn to flout the seas and clouded skies
Their prophecy echoed amidst their cries

Greed! Ambition! Crawled secretly in the fragile mind
“Speak More! I Charge You! For you’re not of mortal kind!
Your knowledge beseeches me! I seek to know much more!
How to proclaim this power, and to rule forevermore!”

The Rain starts prickling like God’s tears
A thick fog crawls across the barren battlefield
The Prince smiles…stares at the night sky
Planning the path for those who are about to die…

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