Macbeth

Soliloquy

These violent ends see to my wicked ways,

by means I can not come to comprehend,

Oh why did I fall for such deception?

My damnation is all I apprehend.

My sentient has seen all I've given,

My vile ways see to this untrue award,

I was proud to call my lady my queen,

But these angels belittle my poor thought.

I've killed and thrown out what balance there was,

God knows I deserve less than small fools gold,

Its trickery wound the way to my mind,

Punish me for death, I warrant tenfold.

I am too weak! That is my hamartia,

I'm as malleable as the gold I seek,

Oh Death, dear friend, won't you spare me over,

Find benignity to spare me a week.

I could have remained, I could have deserved,

If only she had not curved my mind's eye,

Just if I did not believe their dealing,

I would not be here preparing to die.

Now as devils crawl from their fiery hell,

my soul is worthy of their worst repent,

as my conscious struggles to reconcile,

I hear the cries of my widow's regret.

Ah but shadows wisdom I should have sought,

And such wise knowledge I wished to have heed,

'Tis now I step into the next dark room,

And cast a new light born of my poor deed.

I do not fear death, I welcome him there,

I stride candidly to his open stare,

I walk through the open door to my death,

Here comes the downfall of the great Macbeth.