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
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
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