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1 poem·Since March 2020
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Macbeth

March 29, 2020

The day has come to cry for some who believed in the one. 

He who placed the crown on Macbeth shall die in his death. 

As Macbeth attempts to conquer the line.

He finds himself in a bit of a strife.

 

As Fleance flees, Banquo comes to his knees.

In the banquet with a vine, he sees Banquo’s bloody ghost.

With a glare, once again, he sees he’s there.

Have no fear, the great Macbeth is here?

 

He fleas that fateful night, to the foul cave.

To seek knowledge of his sight.

As he continues to conquer the land.

He himself becomes a plan.

 

Far away, in a barren land.

Malcolm and Macduff, coming home with a plan.

In the trees coming close.

This will decide the fate of both!

 
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