If you are familiar with this play, the poem will make much more sense. And time will prove that truth does lie, And words to bind us to our dreams, Which then, compose the fated plot. And nothing's ever what it seems, And nothing is but what is not. Which I do hate with all my love. And blood does have that wicked taste Of which one sip won't be enough.
All sense is lost in mind's battle In which, uncertainty has won.
All of the glory's overshadowed By darkened fate of Scotland's throne. Learn what you need for a good portfolia, then post your pictures online and have them reviewed by these agencies. It is safe, and inexpensive. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. All poetry is copyright by the individual authors.