Nightdreams

Come thick night, the future in the instant,
Stars hide your fires and under the blanket of the darkness,
He shall see his reflection; silver skin laced with golden blood.
And the natural ruby of his cheeks will hide and vanish.
'Incarnadine', his hands say smiling, 'drown us in blood',
And with his bloody and invisible hand, nimbly, sweetly,
As sharp as a spur, take the keen knife that shall forbid a man to live.
So lay it to thy heart and farewell.
Tears shall drown and bathe him in reeking wounds,
The instruments of darkness shall damn his mind's construction
And summon him to the dunnest smoke of hell.
And upon the corner of the moon there hangs a vaporous drop,
That shows his sightless eyes and grieves his heart.
Now, nature seems dead, and wicked dreams do abuse.
But the west glimmers with streaks of day,
In the wink of an eye, by your leave, shadows, depart.

This is a found poem on dreams and hallucinations, a motif from Macbeth.