So anyways, this is my Macbeth monologue. It's taken from the P.O.V. of Lady Macbeth, right before she unalives herself (read the play), as she records her last words to her husband, Macbeth. This is mostly for @cosmicjet lol go give him a follow! The thumbnail is the art for 20 years of RotS because yes. Anyways let's get into it: Oh, my love, my lord, what have we done? The land has turned to waste And so the world has turned into fear. You were a noble man, Full of kindness, bravery, and spirit Until I poured my ambition into your fate And you now resemble me more than I fear it. I am unmade by my wish, And now I can hear the knell calling my name. These hands have done their work, Started ever since I read your fateful letter, The flint which started the spark that kindled its flame And went straight to my heart Thus, it is consumed by fire, which is to blame. After all, what is power if it is corrupt? The titles we earned were gained through error, And now it has come crumbling upon us, After all, everything we worked for was temporary, While our deeds will haunt us forever. [Now I look at my hands, full of red paint meant to be... something else] Perhaps a little water doesn't clear us of this deed, For why do you still remain? Are you a dream like the ghost Or do you merely symbolize my pain? I washed you, I scrubbed, But you will never go away, You'll be the echo of my deeds that I'll take to my grave. Macbeth, don't dare to come near Don't continue on my path, For it was never sincere And now for my fate, I plunge And may it set you free now and here. (And then I take my cardboard dagger and impale myself)
