Question

**MEDAL**
Please check my short poem! Does it make sense to you? I was suppose to wright a short poem about Lady Macbeth's Soliloquy. This is the scene where Lady Macbeth no longer wanted to be a woman.

The ill harbinger itself caws in Duncan's arrival.
May spirits approach,
and dismantle what was.
Grant me panacea,
rid me of this caustic maudlin soul.
From head to toe,
create a soul to revel in.
Banish the untenable,
banish brief anomaly.
Do not wait on the behalf of delays!
Forthwith a beginning to a settle end.