Macbeth Sonnet

The shadows ‘round the corner follow me;

They chart my path and seek to take my crown.

They’re hiding there and think I cannot see,

But I shall never let them tear me down


These shadows of the past still rack my brain.

For murdered sleep, Cawdor shall sleep no more.

I walk these halls and slowly go insane,

And wage, within, a never-ending war


Though sputtering, my candle is not out.

Though seconds run, the hour is not gone.

Though Heaven seeks to fill my mind with doubt;

My way is led by Hell’s sweet siren song.


Give me few minutes more upon the stage,

And then the world shall learn to fear my rage.


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