Macbeth

lilmissprincess

This was my take on the play Macbeth, I was in a very weird punk version of it two weeks ago, and this hit me. In the POV of macbeth after death of Duncan.

The moors have called out
That I am king, and you are...
Dead.
Blood all over my hands, screaming, yelling
Murderer, assasin.
It was her idea,
Her plan.
I wanted to leave
She wanted to live.
So did you.
But you can't.
I can't sleep.
So tired.
This blood, this blood, so red, seep away.
Let this all be a dream, and I pinched awake
And all live far away from this.
Across the moors we will run
And never speak of this.
And not be King hereafter.
It was her idea,
Her plan.
And now I cannot sleep.

TerrorFirmer

I like it; I think your work has come on alot in the past few months. I'll leave it to the regular poetry guys to provide further analysis.

lilmissprincess

Thank you. I seem to be getting a lot of better reviews these days...Maybe happy-ish poetry is the way to go...more reviews anyone?

Night_Rocker

You are definitely gettin better. Better than 'Stardust' anyway. I like your descriptions and how you convey the guilt and almost helpless...ness [?] It kinda feels like it's missing something though...

shiv

I like the rhythm of it, it flows well.
Back and forth, forth and back...

lilmissprincess

Lets just forget Stardust...please..