Macbeth Killing Duncan Analysis

Macbeth killing Duncan

The twilight dimmed and waned above the untamed forestry embedded with lies and deceptions which enfolded around the castle, the final resting place of Duncan the spineless former king of Scotland. The pathetic slab of cement they so call a gravestone will mark a new era for Scotland. One simplistically swift slice and a barricade of emotions are the only barrier from me, heroic Macbeth conquering the rights to king and the riches that in lie within the very title of king. The door which shone like the sun in the utter darkness of the universe the floor felt dark and soft like the fur upon the back of a mighty panther which roared in my head through the voice of my lady. This voice it drove me, this voice it played with me like a puppet on
I hastily glanced at the weapon that would be used to for fill my destiny. I attempted to commence the fatal blow, and stopped my lethal slice. I can’t do it. I’m too weak a spineless man, lady Macbeth was right. No, I must prove her right I must source the courage and power to slay the king of Scotland as he laid in his fortress of solitude. As I began to slash again I stopped with the knife above my head static I was petrified, I was paralysed, I was trembling with fear. I couldn’t feel my legs, my stomach was churning, my heart was smashing against my chest, my head was racing 100mp/h and suddenly, I heard a voice in my head saying for fill your destiny, become king I slowly began to realise it was lady Macbeth. She was inside my head controlling me, that stops now I cleared my mind it was time to become a true man. I skimmed the side at my knife catching a glimpse of my reflection I could see a crown perched on the top of my head. I rubbed the sweat from my forehead, clenched my knife and raised it above my head. I looked away at the black cold brick wall and pierced then stabbed then slashed over and over till all was left was a hacked up body which belonged to the former king