My dear Fleance: ah, it feels like only yesterday that we were together here. We have spent a fair amount of time together in this here picture, until those bloody murderers came in...
Dearest Journal,
Well now...this place is not that bad. Where I have been sent is the heaven that I hath dreamed of on Earth. How unfortunate, my dear Fleance can not be with me right now. Oh, how I miss my loved son. But it is fortunate that he hath 'scaped in time before those wretched murderers could cut his neck like they did to mine own. Prithee thee, their bloody daggers hath that same foul stench as that scoundrel Macbeth's ambitious intents. Hark! I would have known. The ultimate consequence for the caution I had ignored. I know now, that treacherous man was up to no good as he hath questioned every aspect of where I had hence. He hath planned something due to my excessive knowledge which he did fear. It was avoidable, but I regretfully had trust in him. Hah...I laugh to this day thinking about my promise I had made to him that evening. "My lord, I will not". Missed that feast I had not, my "majesty". Even after death, I had gone to fulfill my promise. But of course, he hath been expecting nothing of the sort. This story of my death can never be told without the part of my posthumus ghost haunting Macbeth. I had appeared only in his imagination and even had him say "Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble." What more can I ask for in taking revenge towards my false comrade? I pray to see Fleance in good health and live a fair life, while I expect to see Macbeth up here soon...or maybe he won't come up here...
This video is very interesting in the ghastly image it gives, for that is why I think it is suited to my liking. The way the man turns into a zombie and frightens the girl is much like how I appeared as a ghost to Macbeth. It has an eerie feeling to it.
...A talented man he is, with a fair bit of dancing skill.
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