Ah! The white lights, that chivalrously greeted me to heaven’s entrance. I thank you kind lights, for your beauty was the only thing that made this poor soul smile.
Dearest Journal,
I write to you from the paradise above, for my life has been taken. Who would have thought my once loyal companion, who fought beside me to prevail over the Norwegian invaders, would be the one to so selfishly rip my life away? Aye, Macbeth, that coward. He sends murderers to kill me. He doth not even craft his own self in his mischievous plans. Haply he thought he was no match for me. Alack! If only I were there, it’d be him blanketed in woe and protesting about his own betrayal.
I shall thank the spirits and the holy lord for my dear Fleance’s clever escape. Ah, it is merely that which will comfort me. Knowing that there is a threat to Macbeth’s fallacious prophecies will give me assurance of his anticipated downfall!
Alas, it was his banquet that I did attend last night. How dare he host such an extravagant feast knowing that his hands were dripping in my blood of innocence? Wherefore is he tranquil? Aha! Marry; I made it my honourable duty to change just that. I perched up onto his chair and watched as he returned to the royal table. Poor Macbeth was so frightened. He made such a fool of himself as he shrieked at me, for I was only visible to his eyes. The lords sat there noble and petrified. Leave it to Lady Macbeth to assist him, once again deceivingly conjuring up more lies to cover his flaws. Was his guilt doing some justice? Let this be a caution for him. To dispatch me and King Duncan is nothing to go excused with.
Let that tyrant dig his hole deeper till he cannot get out.
Adieu,
Banquo
Ohh...one of my favourite songs! Reminds me of poor Macbeth. How we were so close...his selfish ambitions got the best of his poor, weak soul. His love for me was truly a lie....Fie! For he loved the title of King more than our brotherly friendship! Thus...my untimely murder.
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