Macbeth

Small

And so warm, so pungent of breath

Beginning behind shadowed eyes

Slithering back to a grave, cold death

From whence a little man came

Wherein the mightiest mouse might feast

Upon a corpse made of valiant gold

A curse was set upon

That little man so old

To the slightest proclamation

One might lend a pitiful ear

But for the cursed wretch that sets upon the throne

He shall forever live in a sea of fear

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Published on Thursday, February 16, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

I just read Shakespeares Macbeth, and I was thinking about this poem for weeks. Finally got around to writing it.

Comments on "Macbeth"

On Wednesday, September 12, 2012, Artanis (56) wrote:

"He shall forever live in a sea of fear"...Thats a great way to end a poem like this. Totally captures what the play is all about. Awesome:)
On Thursday, February 16, 2012, dwells (4285) wrote:

Lovely piece and much enjoyed the symbolism, this was very well done, thanks.