Kaali said, Kill. She was not sure she heard correctly. She paused and listened again. Hark again, she thought, hark again. Kill, said Kaali. K-I-L-L, cold and sinister. And then the voice was gone. Just gone.

This way
          This way to kill
This way to rip, tear, kill
          McBeth had murdered sleep. I would, too
But bloodshed? Can I, she thought? Sleep has to come, like a kite
          Flying down close, touching the eyelids, lifting me in a realm of colour
But, Kali said, Kill. I have to kill the old king, Duncan, and leave his silver hair
         laced with golden blood.
The old man and his wife, both too stupid, too stupid for the gorgeous Kaali. I will stretch, will                     stretch myself to reach the limits of my existence, to touch Kaali. 
Silver bells tinkling around her dark ankles. Narrow red lines adorn her feet. Kaali, 
         let her rise. Let me rise up to meet her.