• The Deeds of Macbeth

    Good deeds form good men,
    If you had but done now as then
    A fateful day may never have been
    Oh! If only things could be done again.

    Honorable and Worthy once were you named
    A golden man whom received his fame.
    Whispered fortunes make life a game,
    Had you but not listened to your dame.

    The first dagger you thrust into an innocent heart,
    Reluctant were you to play the part.
    Regret and sorrow made you smart
    If only you had stayed apart.

    Crown of gold upon your head,
    Your best friend you ordered dead.
    An unhappy kingdom you have led.
    Now you have everything left to dread.

    Cries of anguish and betrayal
    Your face has become so pale.
    Barely stable against this relentless gale
    Innocent people did you fail.

    Traitor, villain, and tyrant you are called,
    You behavior with you have appalled,
    Slaughtered, upon the floor sprawled
    And so, Macbeth did fall.