In this present horror,
Vaulting virtues bear the knife.
The fatal vision: golden opinions
Wash with kind blood.
And hangman’s hands let favour
Be the ingredient of a poison’d chalice.
Am I such an instrument
That false face must hide the daggers of double trust?
Nature seems dead, mine heart is made the fool.
Horrid dreams, wicked in consequence
Plague mine eyes like a ghost.
Fear has let free the door,
To my black and deep desires:
To bear the knife,
To free the murderer in my ribs,
To prick the sides of blessing.
Hide your fires, my seated heart
Let tears in gouts of blood drown.
In this terrible feat, heaven will shut the door,
Trumpet tongued angels will plead,
For mine kinsman summons pity.
A fall of undaunted consequence:
Deep damnation,
Bloody judgement,
Fires of hell.
To the be-all and end-all
The bell invites me.
Vaulting virtues bear the knife.
The fatal vision: golden opinions
Wash with kind blood.
And hangman’s hands let favour
Be the ingredient of a poison’d chalice.
Am I such an instrument
That false face must hide the daggers of double trust?
Nature seems dead, mine heart is made the fool.
Horrid dreams, wicked in consequence
Plague mine eyes like a ghost.
Fear has let free the door,
To my black and deep desires:
To bear the knife,
To free the murderer in my ribs,
To prick the sides of blessing.
Hide your fires, my seated heart
Let tears in gouts of blood drown.
In this terrible feat, heaven will shut the door,
Trumpet tongued angels will plead,
For mine kinsman summons pity.
A fall of undaunted consequence:
Deep damnation,
Bloody judgement,
Fires of hell.
To the be-all and end-all
The bell invites me.
Wow, Daniel! I really like your found poem. Every line flows into the next and tells the story perfectly. You made great use of each and every word along with bringing a sad feeling to the horror of Macbeth's act. "Trumpet tongued angels will plead" is a very interesting line...one I missed and totally regret! Again, great work!
ReplyDeleteHey Daniel, I like how every line flowed and it made a lot of sense. I had a hard time doing that with mine probably because I wasn't picking the right words. You kept the same dark atmosphere throughout and kind of made a story through your poem. Nice!
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