Oftentimes, to win us to our harm*
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
To betray is in deepest consequence.
Against my murderer, I have failed.
A dagger to the mind.
Renown and grace is dead.
The wine of life is drawn.
Drenched natures now lie as in a death.
My virtues will plead like angels.
And now the time has come for this to end.