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Macbeth Makes His Move

By Elton Camp

Because I am called a Thane,
I let it come to make me vain.
King Duncan was not only my friend,
But to him I am also of very close kin

But on a special, victorious day
Another Thane did the king betray
Duncan knew the thing to do
Give me that Thaneship too

In advance, three witches knew.
Told it as they stirred their brew.
“And there’s another thing,
You also will become king.”

I was not the only one to know.
Hearing it was my friend, Banquo.
Him to be king?  No indeed,
But king will become his seed.

Idea they had planted as to my fate,
To share with wife, I couldn’t wait
She knew just what we could do.
We have a chance to make it true.

“King coming to spend the night with us.
So easy for us to kill him without a fuss.
Wait until he falls asleep.
Dagger plunge very deep.”

“No, that would not be fair play.
Will not become king that way!”
But she would not let it drop
Duncan’s reign she would stop

“Biggest coward I’ve ever seen,
Won’t help me become queen.
If you are not man to use the knife,
Then just leave it to your little wife.”

But in the air I did find
Cruel dagger of the mind
Decided it would be dumb
To worry about life to come

While the king lay asleep in bed
Our hands became scarlet red.
When others learned of the deed,
I then reacted with great speed

Loudly did I weep and wail.
King’s attendants did assail.
“Those knaves their lord did slay
So I killed them all, right away.”

The kingship on me then fell
As the three hags did foretell.
Banquo knew of my evil plot
To let him live, I could not

Though the king’s ghost did not appear
To me, one of Banquo then drew near
It was such a horrible surprise
Wild with fear became my eyes.

My wife, through guilt, lost her mind
Hallucinations then put her in a bind
“Out damned spot, out I say.”
Nothing blood could wash away.

That became the reason why
Very soon, she came to die
Witches, though, comfort brought
With the most welcome thought

Evil three then said with voices shrill,
“None born of woman can you kill.”
To me did complete protection give.
Except that way, none come to live.

But Macduff gave me a shocking tip.
“From my mother, doctor did me rip.”
So born from woman he was not
That fact put me in a terrible spot.

With his sword, he gave me a whack
Left me bleeding, dying on my back.
If witch or wife you should address,
It may get you into a terrible mess.
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