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.