Poem: Macbeth

I wrote this poem from a prompt starting out with "In rooms of selfhood where we woke". It seemed to fit the theme of Macbeth very well- this pretty much summarizes the events of the play.

In rooms of selfhood where he woke

And someone’s sleeping slumber took

A room that fought to take our own

Wherein a battle to take a throne

Where whence a coward had hatched a plot

Where evil is found and good is not

Wherein ambition clouds the mind

And forces the slaughter of ones own kind

Where once two brothers in pride did stand

Now one is dead by the others bold hand

And where one lies in peaceful rest

The others bravery is put to the test

For where three witches did cast a spell

And three apparitions did prophesize well

Macbeth sought cunning in his greed

To stop the lines of Banquo’s seed

To seize the throne, to take the crown

For Duncan and Banquo now look down

And now the tale must take a turn

The rightful king Macbeth did spurn

Now Malcolm must return to take

The sovereignty, Macbeth must break

He’s not alone, with Macduffs bold help

Together and apart they will kill the whelp

To save blessed Scotland, their country fair

To once again sink to knees in prayer

Two in one to seek revenge

Those crying souls they will avenge

Macbeth is assured, he will not die

But in the battle his end draws nigh

For Macduff was not of a woman born

And does Macbeth’s bold statement scorn

He draws his sword and cuts him deep

For all eternity Macbeth will sleep

Amongst the demons his soul in hell

Will cry in the agony Shakespeare did tell