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@threewyrdsisters-blog
From Scarlet Scotland We Fly
Through this wretched weather and awful fog,
We hope you enjoyed our most lovely blog.
For all wicked curses we did dispel,
He was a puppet to our wicked spell.
We wonderful Wyrd Sisters say goodbye,
For from scarlet Scotland we will fly.
Through this period we reside our hands,
Malign Macbeth now free from our commands.
And in this moment things are acting right,
But keep thy eyes peeled for a more strange sight…
~ Wyrd SistersÂ
When you find out that Macduff was "untimely ripped" (5.8.20) from his mother's womb...Â
Did you guys like the ending? We are hoping for a great review!
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
"They have tied me to a stake" (5.7.1)Â
Why yes we have... And now your tyrannical kingship will come tumbling down...
XOXO
 ~ PosterusÂ
"Leafy Screens" (5.6.1)
In this instant of ever haunting dreams,
A forest may not be what it seems…
Embraced by yours truly,
 ~ PraeteritaÂ
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing"
(5.5.27-3)
Come and Visit Me! Seriously...
Get me out of here!!!!!! I want to go back to my Macbethy!!!!! Help Help!!!!! My eyes are burning!! “Ring the alarum bell!” (5.5.58) Get me out!!!!!
Hey at least I am down here! Our dwelling is in a prime location, slightly left to the lake of fire. Now we can totally be BEST FRIENDS!!!!!
Eternal Hell... Your Welcome!
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
Bond to be Untied
Dear Macbeth,
           My most beloved toy and dreaded work. What a deathful flower you have become, with your “secret murders sticking [to your] hands” (5.2.20). And not one of “your” subjects care for you… there are only those who fight in fear. Your “commands move only in command, / Nothing in love” (5.2.22-3). Remember Macbeth, for I warn you, ill-fitting “borrowed robes” (1.3.115) are bond to be untied.
You’ve been warned…
Sincerely Yours,
 ~ Praesens
Yes Macbeth… We got to your head…
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
In this “slumb’ry agitation” (5.1.12) she rots,
Trying to ignore all the bloody plots,
Her hands reeking with incurable guilt,
For she caused Scotland’s pure flower to wilt,
Not one prescription may act as a cure,
In this sleepless hell she cannot endure,
For all Arbia’s perfumes cannot hide,
The evil thoughts and deeds that lurk inside,
Her conscious cannot handle such remorse,
Her crime filled existence has run its course,
For with no sleep nothing is what it seems,
Now she must be renewed with eternal dreams...
Embraced by yours truly,
 ~ PraeteritaÂ
Important Poll!
Praesens wants to if she should make creamed eye of newt or fluffed bat fur for desert. IDK!!! They both sound so appetizing to me! Opinions?Â
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
What lovely childhood photos!
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
Not for Macbeth!! he already destroyed himself but nice effort at stealing the throne!! #inspirationalÂ
You should have more faith in your king. #unloyalsubjectÂ
Not if your fate is already decided...
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
Scotland, once a “mother, but [now a] grave” (4.3.191).
“The dead man’s knell
Is there scarce asked for who, and good men’s lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken” (4.3.195-8).
Sincerely Yours,
 ~ Praesens
"Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace" (4.3.27)Â
Dear blackdesirez,
   What mask will you wear today?
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
“Cruel are the times when [people] are traitors / And do not know [themselves]; when [they] hold rumor / From what [they] fear, yet know not what [they] fear, / But float upon a wild and violent sea” (4.2.22-5).
"Our fears do make us traitors" (4.2.5)
The inner mind harbors a toxic war,
Allowing outer works to bring forth gore,
For humans are not traitors to others,
Or their broken sisters and hurt mothers.
But betrayers to their being and mind,
For their mortal feelings can make them blind,
To how one choice can affect a nation,
But ultimately affect one’s salvation
Embraced by yours truly,
 ~ PraeteritaÂ
"Sometimes people are their own worst enemies"
A Fatal War Against Time
   Human beings expire in their fatal war against time. Every one of them is born with the disease of death. And now the puppet knows his inevitable destiny; and much to his alarm and dismay he speaks, “time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits. / The flighty purpose never is o’ertook / Unless the deed go with it” (4.1.164-6). Macbeth believes that time remains the only thing stopping him from “dread exploits” and full potential. It lives as his greatest enemy and antagonist. In order to combat his greatest rival he must “flighty” or quickly commit the “deed”, or else he will “never” achieve his bloody intentions. He, a murder, wishes to act without a thought… I think that this is a perfect addition to this spiteful spell.Â
Sincerely Yours,
 ~ Praesens
Did something actually happen if you weren’t there to witness it ?Â
Dear mortal or rather ladymb13,
  This question is irrelevant because we witness everything.Â
XOXO
 ~ Posterus
