Author's Note: Hoi. Yes, I know some of the rhyme schemes are messy and the rhythm's off in some places and Lady Macbeth did the whole blood-on-the-guards thing, but...hai. Poet's liscence. :) The Bard has my apologies. Macbeth is Also a Murderer Two men walked on a heath in the rain One a servant, the other a thane, Both were wearied, bloody, and sore Veterans of the Norway War. "Look," said the servant, "at those woman three. They seem as witches, but could it be--?" "Hail Glamis, hail Cawdor," the witches cried, "Hail the king-to-be that none deride." Chorus Macbeth is also a murderer, Ambition can also destroy! And innocence, a feign Preserves no bloody thane, Not all of triumph is joy. "One of those three," the thane replied, "Is true, for I'm Glamis, as Sinel died! But king, or Cawdor? These are not true! Such enticement is lie and temptation too." Yet word came from Duncan of Cawdor's death And to replace the traitor, he named Macbeth! The witches' prophecy had been proven real, So Macbeth thought of murder the crown to steal. Macbeth is also a murderer, Ambition can also destroy! And innocence, a feign Preserves no bloody thane, Not all of triumph is joy. Word reached his wife of Macbeth's new role, With the vision for which he would sell his soul. Murder, she knew, was his chance for place, And with murder, betrayal of kin and race. So his lady of spite drugged the guards with wine; Macbeth took up daggers, both sharp and fine. "Hear not my steps," he bid the Earth that night; And Duncan soon died with no sign or fight. Macbeth is also a murderer, Ambition can also destroy! And innocence, a feign Preserves no bloody thane, Not all of triumph is joy. He crept into Duncan, his footsteps soft Then raised his dagger to gleam aloft And wondered, silent, for a moment torn Over Duncan's trust, and all who'd mourn. The dagger fell; Duncan died in sleep, Another lamb Death's dark touch did reap. The guards' drunk faces Macbeth badged with blood, And left them vengeance's violent flood. Macbeth is also a murderer, Ambition can also destroy! And innocence, a feign Preserves no bloody thane, Not all of triumph is joy. "All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead." And all the guilt upon innocent heads! The guards dispatched, Macbeth could 'grieve'; But for fear of murder, the heirs did leave. With Malcolm gone, to England fled, Macbeth was crowned, in place of the dead. But over this victory he could not joy, Treason's makings would his life destroy. Macbeth is also a murderer, Ambition can also destroy! And innocence, a feign Preserves no bloody thane, Not all of triumph is joy. Not all of triumph is joy. Contents of this document are © 2002 Kim Kondratieff.