Lady Macbeth
Like clockwork she walked,
One foot over the other,
Had she killed the King?
Or was it another?
As pale as a lily,
As delicate as a rose,
All alone, alone
Down her face a tear flows.
Nothing on her left,
No noise on her right,
The shaggy dog behind her,
Gave her no fright.
The fames flickered,
And the shadows danced,
Alone she stood;
In her trance.
‘Lady Macbeth, my Lady,
Where art thou tonight?’
But Lady Macbeth was silent,
Her lips went tight.
Why should she go back?
She liked it here alone,
And alone was where she met her end,
With a small moan.
Like clockwork she walked,
One foot over the other,
Had she killed the King?
Or was it another?
As pale as a lily,
As delicate as a rose,
All alone, alone
Down her face a tear flows.
Nothing on her left,
No noise on her right,
The shaggy dog behind her,
Gave her no fright.
The fames flickered,
And the shadows danced,
Alone she stood;
In her trance.
‘Lady Macbeth, my Lady,
Where art thou tonight?’
But Lady Macbeth was silent,
Her lips went tight.
Why should she go back?
She liked it here alone,
And alone was where she met her end,
With a small moan.
2 comments:
I think you have really got inside the central confusion of Lady Macbeth. Excellent poem.
it's brillient ha....
but i nid lady mc beth who killed the king
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