Letter To Lady Macbeth
To the love of my life, Macbeth
Macbeth, can you recall when destiny was our ally?
I’ve always known that you were rise to throne after reading the letter from those vile witches. My admiration for your bravery and courage you portrayed in our relationship was long everlasting. It was love at first sight, I guaranteed myself that our relationship would last forever. So much barbarity filled my mind when you revealed to me that you altered your opinion. However, you were too gentle and more regrettable, you were too weak! You were an inch away from perfection, Macbeth, how can you not see? You were such a noble warrior and lead Scotland to victory. There was so much more potential in you, if you’d only stood up to be a man and a bold leader of Scotland. …show more content…
I would always recollect those beaming moments when you were King.
The sun would be expressing its light, white marble clouds and with a gentle breeze. The more I reminisce, the darker my imagination flows. I always had a vision, just you and me and our milk-fed children striving along the old stony road waving to our old people of Scotland.
It’s Inhumane! Out damned spot! Out, I say. I struggle to wake up every day attempting to smear Duncan’s blood off my palms. I find it so difficult to erase this conundrum, it is the ominous feeling that stirs my stomach and heart. If power were not our ally, we would be sent to exile. Even my arms are suffering from the agony and will always know that I will never feel my soft little palms ever again.
Regret pierces my heart; I am covered in water or tears. I am panicked that reality will keep running from this tranquil room and uncover to the general population. I would wash away the dirty witness and wear a heart not so white, but rather I am not a man. You are! Macbeth, do you see the blemishes on my lips as well? I'm not a lady of disappointment Macbeth. However, now, I am scarcely a
lady.
Your majesty, must you have spilt MacDuff, her poor kid and Banquo's blood as well? Now you shall face reality. Reflect, was MacDuff really a supernatural force. You should remain overcome, Macbeth, overcome. You created such a scene at the banquet, was it the ghost of Banquo or your ghostly heart. May my words fill you with gold and righteousness?
Macbeth, can you recall when destiny was our ally?
I’ve always known that you were rise to throne after reading the letter from those vile witches. My admiration for your bravery and courage you portrayed in our relationship was long everlasting. It was love at first sight, I guaranteed myself that our relationship would last forever. So much barbarity filled my mind when you revealed to me that you altered your opinion. However, you were too gentle and more regrettable, you were too weak! You were an inch away from perfection, Macbeth, how can you not see? You were such a noble warrior and lead Scotland to victory. There was so much more potential in you, if you’d only stood up to be a man and a bold leader of Scotland. …show more content…
I would always recollect those beaming moments when you were King.
The sun would be expressing its light, white marble clouds and with a gentle breeze. The more I reminisce, the darker my imagination flows. I always had a vision, just you and me and our milk-fed children striving along the old stony road waving to our old people of Scotland.
It’s Inhumane! Out damned spot! Out, I say. I struggle to wake up every day attempting to smear Duncan’s blood off my palms. I find it so difficult to erase this conundrum, it is the ominous feeling that stirs my stomach and heart. If power were not our ally, we would be sent to exile. Even my arms are suffering from the agony and will always know that I will never feel my soft little palms ever again.
Regret pierces my heart; I am covered in water or tears. I am panicked that reality will keep running from this tranquil room and uncover to the general population. I would wash away the dirty witness and wear a heart not so white, but rather I am not a man. You are! Macbeth, do you see the blemishes on my lips as well? I'm not a lady of disappointment Macbeth. However, now, I am scarcely a
lady.
Your majesty, must you have spilt MacDuff, her poor kid and Banquo's blood as well? Now you shall face reality. Reflect, was MacDuff really a supernatural force. You should remain overcome, Macbeth, overcome. You created such a scene at the banquet, was it the ghost of Banquo or your ghostly heart. May my words fill you with gold and righteousness?