Duncan's Ghost

along the sculpted Scottish coast
they tell the tale of Duncan's ghost
the howling wind's an anguished wail
cold wet despair, and gusts of hail

the ghost still whispers of Macbeth
the thankless thane, despair and death
and of his lady, heartless witch
the ghost does bellow and beseech

along the sculpted Scottish coast
they are no strangers to the boast
but mention Duncan or Macbeth
and there's that telltale catch of breath

yes, something wicked this way comes
cue in the beating of the drums
the witches prick their thumbs and chant
and Duncan seeks escape, but can't