Macbeth

Three Diabolical queens
From hell's cauldrons,

Enticed the avaricious Soldier craven
To hasten a Checkmate and slay the Crown

Insidious Prophecy or fateful collusion
Slimy Words of greatness sworn

An augury of blood he must n't trust
But telluric strength to reach the crest

Alas, Greed and his woman, the sword weild
His dear soul and life thieved.