The Thane of Cawdor

My Lady calls to me from her slumber, and I can hear her even when I am miles away. It has been eons since I last laid eyes upon her face, but her melodious voice echoes in my mind. She begs me to come and save her from the devil that lives inside of her cursed body. She has been like this since that dreadful night of the king's death. I can still remember how his lifeless body looked lying on the bloodstained sheets. I can still hear the frightened screams of the ladies in the castle, but it is the striking of the clock that frightens me. I feel as if every fiber of my being was lost on that fatal night. I still cannot and will not believe that I killed an innocent man, and I liked it! Oh, yes, that feeling of his blood on my hands pleased me! How could I let this pleasure me so? My Lady loved it too. She took my hands in hers, and took the blood from me savouring the feel of it against her clammy hands. She loved that blood that flowed from the king's lifeless body. We were evil, but I now regret those things I had done, now I must pay for them.

I am damned for all eternity! For eternity my soul will walk these desolute shores near to my home wanting to be free, while my wife's soul has been snatched away and replaced with a devil! This is our punishment, the punishment Satan himself hath dealt us. I can only wish in vain that my Lady never recalls who she was for that in itself would be a fate worse than death.

At this moment, my Lady waits for the clock to strike twelve and her punishment to begin. My punishment has already begun, I am a souless wanderer in a world full of happy mortals. Ah, I feel so dreadful, why did I kill him?

My Lady made me do it! Yes, that is the answer, she did it, this murder was all her doing! Oh, Duncan, forgive my folly, I shall never kill again! Though perhaps I shall kill again, kill that trecherous Macduff! Yes, yes! Kill him, that is what the devil wants, death and destruction.

Ah, my Lady, my beautiful Lady Macbeth, where have you gone? I wonder, will she remember me, or Duncan? Ah, that fateful night which shall forever dominate our lives. I wish...no it is of no use to wish for a second chance, for I fear I would do it again. Kill Duncan, yes I would do it again, for her. Would my Lady die for me once again? No, she should not have died. No, no, no!!! Please, oh Lord above, please take me away from this world, away from the death. Take me to a world of peace and happiness where I can at last be at peace.

Oh ye gods, what have you done to me?

� 1994 (updated in 1998)

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