Bittersweet

If there was anything that I learnt from today’s victory against the Irish invaders, it is that no triumph comes without that element of bittersweet. I can honestly say that I have never experienced a day so foul but fair at the same time. Fair, because we were victorious against MacDonald and the Irish of course, but I can’t help feeling antipathy. I am not one to dwell on the past, yet it repels me to think of all of Scotland’s innocent lives lost in battle. I showed no mercy towards our enemy’s of course, fighting for King Duncan with such honour and valance, mercilessly slicing through our foe like butter. (Not trying to brag or anything…)

Another unsightly occurrence I experienced today may tie in with the resentment I feel on this allegedly joyful day. As Banquo and I were walking past the woods on our way home from battle, we came across the most grotesque of creatures. They appeared as three old women dressed in oversized layers of ripped black clothing, but with a closer glance, I noticed the wiry hair on their faces, atop of their greasy, withered skin. The scene looked straight out of the most frightening Hollywood production, but this was real. The only image that I think can capture the despair and terror associated with just looking at these creatures is the picture to the left. This picture best captures my ridiculous emotions, after first laying eyes on the women. The creatures presence had the most eerie effect on me, making me feel as if I were the only person left on the earth, and that feeling of solitary was a very frightening experience. After a few moments I was able to pull my emotions together and I immediately became suspicious of these odd people.

Then they began speaking. Their voices, shrieking, like nails on a chalkboard, cut into me like a knife. Subsequently they announced their prophecies, which I still have trouble deciphering. They announced that I would be crowned Thane of Cawdor and Banquo’s son’s would be crowned King of Scotland. But in the meantime, I would be crowned King of Scotland. Is that not the most absurd prediction you have ever heard? We already have a Thane of Cawdor and not to mention King Duncan, the noble king of Scotland. As I pressed them for more information as to what they meant by these strange predictions, they simple disappeared into thin air! No, I was not hallucinating; the women disappeared before mine and Banquo’s eyes. There is no way that these creatures words could ever come true…. but yet, even as I write this blog, I can’t help but fixate on their prophecies. Imagine me, Macbeth, noble King of Scotland…

Until next time,
Macbeth

The Burnham Wood

Dear Journal...

I couldn’t believe thine own eyes… To see the moving ofBurnham Wood, it was as if I had been swept off the planetEarth. It felt like my greatest fears, had become my worst phobias.Such an unimaginable feeling, as if you're about to die, but then are caughtand left to hang on the edge of death, until it comes and bites you.After my emotions has settled I prepared for battle, and gatheredmy Kinsmen, and made my self ready for anything, for I was clueless as to what would come. He had arrived, Macduff and his army. He seemed to meto be a Death God, there to free the spirits, and I was an obstacle in his way,rather a Spirit stuck in the present time. Well that was what his presence made mefeel, small and helpless. But a coward I was not, so I grabbed my sword and headed out.

The last words which I will ever speak are now. It was a battle which ended in his favour. I was completely unprepared, and that is why I resulted in a loss. Macduff was powered on his revenge, and had the will of fire to protect and perspire. He was battling for his family, and after this I regret all which I have committed. Macduff is a true hero, for I have been a Tragic Hero, and have been stripped of my good. My conscience has been cut from the nave to the chops, and I shall die here, as this is all that I deserve. Rest in peace Scotland, Duncan, Banquo, Lady Macbeth, Macduff's family and any that I have given sorrow to. Goodnight and farewell.

THANE OF COWDOR

Dear Journal

I was crowned thane of Cowdor today! It was unbelievable the, prophecies of those three evil sisters was right, well at least so far. Banquo and I were walking along talking about the sisters when all of a sudden the kings’ messengers came along and crowned me, soon after the king came and invited himself and some others for a feast at my house. I felt like I was on top of the world, it was odd yet pleasing at the same time.

I am still in shock…come to think of it; those evil sisters also said I would become king. Is that possible? Imagine, King Macbeth’s kingdom, I would own all the land, eat anything my heart desires and wear clothing fit just for a king.

But how could I possibly be king when Duncan is alive and healthy and he has two sons, surly one of them will be crowned king. Right? What if this means I must kill Duncan? It’s strange when I was with Duncan the only thing I could think of was this horrid image in my mind of me murdering him. The image above shows you how I feel it’s sickening, I no very well that Duncan thinks I am as pure as an angel but its said to say the only thing in mind is a picture of him dead. I have never thought such thoughts. I can not let these prophecies get to my head. Our king is one of the best and he has nothing but love for me.

Dear look at the time I must get home to my beautiful lady and have a discussion with her about this. My letter has probably gotten to her and she being a fairly smart lady is planning something right now.

Till next time
Macbeth

The Innocent Red Rose

Dear Journal



I HAVE DONE THE DEED. I killed our worthy King of Scotland! With the daggers of the chamberlains, I stabbed them deep into Duncan’s chest. Streams of fresh blood flowed like rivers from his body to the ground. Oh! Those bloody daggers, for I, will never dare hold them in my hands again. Last night was such a horrible sight, and I can not bear to think of it. It was dark, unruly and chaotic. The wind blown fiercely, the owl howled during the whole night, and the smell of blood filled the air. My hands were red like the fruit cherry, and red enough to stain the greatest ocean in the world. I almost woke the chamberlains during my villainous deed, and I was struck by the frightened cries of prayers in their sleep. I listened to them cry “God bless us!” and my words were found stuck in my throat not able to even reply “Amen!” I then heard a voice that said “sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep.” I am doomed forever to sleeplessness, and the reward of the innocent! Before I even waken this morning, the porter opened the gates to admit doom, Macduff and Lennox arrived to wake the King. I could not believe I had the wit to guide them to Duncan’s chamber, and when they realized his death, it felt like many needles were piercing my body as I was trying to hide my guilt. I think I am starting to take on the character of my wife, who is good at being the innocent red rose (picture on the right), and at the same time the serpent lurking underneath. Now we have to depart to discuss the death, but I rather be lost in my thoughts than realize what I have done.

Till Next time

Macbeth

My Love For You

Yesterday I told Lady Macbeth of the witches, I sent her a letter telling her everything they said to me. I truly love her; she is my dearest partner in greatness. This is a picture of us when we were at a party, we love to be together. Today I met with her; she had received my letter and had already come up with a plan. My dearest love told me that we needed to kill King Duncan in order to gain status of king and queen. I didn’t think that was a good idea; I feel as if Duncan is loyal to me and I can not bear to think of killing him. When I told her that I wasn’t confident enough to do the deed, Lady Macbeth accused me of not being a man. I know that I am definitely a man and when she indicted me of not being a one, it made me feel remorseful and I agreed to do the deed even though I was still hesitant about it. I lay here, thinking of what I should do, should I go through with this to become king? My wife seems to have the willingness to sacrifice her better self in order to fulfill my ambitions, but what if this should fail, what if we get caught. I will sleep on this and make my mind up tomorrow.

Insanity

Does my bloodlust know no bounds? Am I to be a slave to my dark dealings and ambition? I am unsure of my fate as I am unsure of my actions. Duncan’s murder has driven a nail into my soul. One month ago, I would not have dreamed of such treasonous things. The prophecies speak to me as if they are reality, taunting me with things to be. If they are reality though, there is one man standing in my way. A friend of whom I have known none better, but an enemy, I can imagine none greater. He must be killed. My mind is racked. What am I thinking of. My soul burns as my noble side dies. My heart is left a void and my mind is beginning to feel incomprehensible. I am beginning to feel as a scheme within a scheme, a man within a cage to mine own ambition. Banquo will be my final test. If I kill him, I truly know I am lost. No more Macbeth something different. If I stay my hand, I shall be found and hung. It will all come down to a final unanswerable question, is it greater to live a fruitful lie, or to die with some measure of respect. I have decided now, and I caste down my soul. Let my actions decide my fate, and let my ambition encompass my soul. I am Macbeth and none shall stand in the way of my ascension.