Banquo's Bye
I knew he always had it in him, my dear old Macbeth
Macbeth would’ve been a great valhallan in the end
Ends unravel revealing more
More dead bodies pile up, all around him with no explanations
Explanations results in questions
Questions result in unanswered ideas
Unanswered Ideas lead to assumptions
Assumptions lead to conflicts
Conflicts lead to death
Death is where I, Banquo, live
Live by fate, bound by fate
Fate is the ultimate choice
Choices harm
Harm they did
Did my boy live?
Live longer than Macbeth
Macbeth will come to a halt
Halt, it is me Banquo
Banquo is here to haunt you
You, Macbeth, you see me don’t you?
You are the guilt one
One that has too much pride
Pride leads to self isolation
Isolation, that’s what you will live your life in
In eternal loneliness, no matter where you are
Are you sad?
Sadness is a reminder of happiness
Happiness you will experience
Experience instead sleepless nights
Nights of internal horror
Horror is the sight of your bloody hands
The bloody hands of thee, Macbeth
Macbeth you would’ve been a great king
King, is what my sons will be
Will I?
I knew you always had it in you, my dear old Macbeth
Macbeth, you are my end.
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