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King Macbeth

strange is the stone countenance that becomes a man,
who, veins filled with the vinegar of past,
and the blood of its bitter suspicion,
casts out that which made him man.

stranger still are tunnels of sound,
once subjected to majestic static,
does pass on to wrinkled cabinets of past and present
conjectures that speak not of what has been spoken,
but circumstances and inferences
that do negate that which is taken as prophecy.

and, as silver and silk as the sharpened weapon
of one close to heart can be pointed,
looking to thrust dagger into the lion's heart
through the hands of a lover,
no man is free from free will.
leaving only himself to cut out his own beating life,
and so too for the lover.

so, as digression, as fatality of this record of observance,
one says only one:
there will be none of satisfaction with fate from man.
so all hail,
all hail King Macbeth.

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  • Aerden gold member
    June 19

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    I loved the language of this poem, almost Shakespearean, without going quite that far. It was a pleasure to read. Thank you for enering my contest.


  • FloridaGatorQueen silver member
    July 12, 2008

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    This is a cool poem. I love your take on MacBeth. Never thought of it this way. Enjoyed the read! Thank you for entering my contest.


  • Bull3t2b1n0ry
    April 4, 2008
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    freaking awesome job good luck in the contest and thanks for the entry