Dunsinane Hill

We two hard men of arms as brothers roam the Commons

Encounter pushy spin doctors, one, two, and three

Whispering dark prophesies, with their cackling and their moaning

I am seduced by wicked promises of the Walpole house to me

Here rule I from high on Dunsinane Hill

But first, I have to banish, blame the deed on servile others

They must be cast out into exile and gone without delay

God save me, king of cabinet, now I look over my shoulder

To see my brother warrior, damned spot to wash away

Such treachery unbecoming tears my heart strings still strumming

But my options grow diminished, no choice but to betray

See the wooded lower chamber, a cloak of green disguise

I nurse bleak imaginings amidst that Quercus wall

Mere matter of delusion, no Speaker's firm intrusion

Let guilty solace soon surpass the tears that fall

I shall reign resolved, proud, never vanquished until

Great Birnam Wood comes to high Dunsinane Hill

To high Dunsinane Hill