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Scottland is free. It is a new day. Have a fresh start.
Very inspirational! You are off to a great start, I only wish that I could live to see you take over where your noble father left off. You have a clean slate to work on so I caution you to not make the mistakes that your father, Macbeth, and I made. After all, look where they got us.
Looking for Fleance
Hey Fleance…..WHERE ARE YOU?
Its a good thing superman is looking in the sky, after all I did tell him to fly :)
Should I put it in the living room or the guest bedroom?
Does Dunsinane have a trophy room?
Fleance?
ya....what ever happened to my issue who was destined to be heir? Although I am wary to fall under the same spell that Macbeth did in believing the witches, I do have to wonder if their prophecy the "kings" that I "shalt get" (1.3.70)
"Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the Wyrd Sisters promised, and I fear thou play'st most foully for 't." Well, Macbeth, you betrayed me to get what you want. I hope you are happy now that I'm gone and out of your way (for now). Why did you get rid of me then "honor" me as a guest at your banquet? Are you acting out for people to notice you more? All they will notice is what a deceiving and murderous fool you are. Because you have betrayed me, you can bet that I will come back from the grave and haunt your every thought with guilt. I am not a happy soul- I wander in your thoughts because i have not forgiven you for betraying my trust.
Yup. Story of my life!!! #amirite!
I totally feel you on this it just sucks so much when someone you trust, like maybe your best friend, has you killed. It really puts a damper on things
Congratulations!
Congratulations to those who fought against Macbeth! You all fought strongly, gaining many more followers along the way. Young Siward has been awarded for his nobility, by the way, and is here with us happily in the heavens. Glad Malcolm can reclaim his rightful position as king, he shall rule well in honor of his father. Supporting all of your coronations, watching Scone from above. Best wishes to you all!!
Being dead sure does leave lots of time to work on your dance moves! I call this one the “yay Scotland finally has a rightful king” dance!! Let me know what you think of it
OMG you need to teach it to me the next time we see each other!!!!
well we can do that any time since we're together in heaven (unlike Macbeth and Lady Macbeth)!
Squad and I looking down at the Macbeth couple in Hell while we’re up in Heaven. #currently
"Behold where stands / Th' usurper's cursed head" (5.8.65-66)
Being dead sure does leave lots of time to work on your dance moves! I call this one the "yay Scotland finally has a rightful king" dance!! Let me know what you think of it
'Oh, cruel fate' indeed, for I know better than most the cruel nature of fate. The witches, from the very beginning meddled with our lives, letting the vindictiveness decide our future. Luckily, to me [they] [spoke] not" (1.3.60). If those dreadful witches, the controllers of fate, had spoken to me instead, would I have ended up like Macbeth, a cruel tyrant hated by all?
I would like to believe that I would not have changed as drastically as Macbeth did. I would like to think that my own character would hold resolute against the attacks of the witches. These thoughts plague me at night much like the witches words plagued me once before.
When will I be freed of this cruel fate? Even in death, the greatest escape from life, I cannot absolve my mind of its witchy wanderings. Is this my curse, to be forever burdened by these questions to which no answers will be provided. No answers and no respite from my throbbing brain will come as long as the witches still roam through time and space.
But for me it was aN ACTUAL BLADE
Yes Macbeth… We got to your head…
XOXO
~ Posterus
I love this song!!! too bad I "neither [begged] nor [feared] / your favors nor your hate" (1.3.63-64).... You never got to my head!
although as I think about it now, I suppose the muderers did get to my head just a little. Eh, you cant win 'em all
A Short Poem for My Dad
I apologize for all of the poems dedicated to my dad, but hopefully all of my guilt for his death will go away. I know it was not my fault, it was Scotland’s tyrant’s fault, but I just wish that I could no longer feel the guilt that I feel now. Anyway, here it goes:
I, with my eyes burning so bright,
Look towards heaven at midnight,
On the longest night of year
To my father, the most dear.
"Starry friend," I’m often heard to say
"How I wish that I could make you stay."
But I know they can’t remain;
Time will bring them ‘round again.
I love and miss you, Dad. I hope that you will find eternal peace. I will always fly, just like you told me (3.3.25-26). I will sprout from a worm, into a great butterfly, and poison those who will harm me (3.4.25-26), just as the monarch butterfly does.
My sweetest son, if there were any way for me to provide you with consolation, know that I would provide it for you tenfold. Your grief causes me pain and I solely wish for you to go on living your life. Scotland is free now! Learn from my mistakes and the mistakes our valiant king Duncan made; be wary of who you trust. Live your life and grow into the loyal, honorable thane I know you can be. I assure you nothing would deliver me to a greater state of joy
#RIP to my dear friend, the Macbeth that I knew once upon a time. The evil tyrant that you all speak of is a product of the witches diabolical plan. They molded him into their instrument to be used, but that is not the Macbeth I knew. I have just come to realize this myself and it is likely that many of my fellow Scots will only recognize Macbeth for his barren reign.
In my death, I have lived in agony, solely wishing to avenge my own murder and torturing Macbeth with fits and visions. This is how I coped: through rage and hate. Only through Macbeth's death could I find peace in my own passing. I need not hate Macbeth now, but rather I feel sorrow for him, hoping that he will find the same peace I have.
"theres daggers in men’s smiles" (2.4.165)
Good thing you're learning a lesson your old man learned the hard way. After all, he did say, "There's no art / to find the mind's construction in the face" (1.4.13-14) and look how that turned out for him
