As the title suggests this is indeed a tribute to the Shakspeare classic tragedy and one of his best known works. I remember reading alot of his plays as a child and I really loved the story of Macbeth so I guess in a way I felt it a fitting tribute to put his final moments into a short poem.
My Sword Falls, Tainted with the blood of mine enemies
How many more shall fall before me
Is there no man of woman’s birth can slay me?
Is there no mortal who can extinguish my candle?
I burn brightly with the murder of his family
All who fell under the bloodline were killed as they slept
And yet these hands still smell of the blood,
I foreswore I heard a voice as the deed was done
Macbeth shall sleep no more,
The king is dead and Macbeth sleeps no more
And what of my aide
Had he not been there and seen the witches vision
His life could have been sparred
But he knew too much
But now the damage is done
As he lays at the bottom of the mud
Son of a murdered father
Widow of a murdered husband
These hands that do such treachery
Shall they never be clean?
Do I see foul demons upon my vision?
Out, I command thee
Out lest I fall to foul play myself
For the smiles of my friends hide daggers of hate
I dare not fight this man before me
I have too much of his families blood on my hands
His children slain as they slept
His wife’s throat cut as she ran
A plague upon the darkness I have become
Come forth McDuff
It ends here,
It ends tonight
My foe fallen and wounded I have my chance to strike
As my sword casts shadows over him I see their faces
Those who have gone before my blade
Those who perished to make me king
Their blood is on my soul
I can scarce keep the vision at bay
My pain is joined with theirs as I fall in battle
My blood, their blood, now taints the soil
I shall sleep no more
Macbeth shall sleep no more
Out.... Out.... Brief candle
My Sword Falls, Tainted with the blood of mine enemies
How many more shall fall before me
Is there no man of woman’s birth can slay me?
Is there no mortal who can extinguish my candle?
I burn brightly with the murder of his family
All who fell under the bloodline were killed as they slept
And yet these hands still smell of the blood,
I foreswore I heard a voice as the deed was done
Macbeth shall sleep no more,
The king is dead and Macbeth sleeps no more
And what of my aide
Had he not been there and seen the witches vision
His life could have been sparred
But he knew too much
But now the damage is done
As he lays at the bottom of the mud
Son of a murdered father
Widow of a murdered husband
These hands that do such treachery
Shall they never be clean?
Do I see foul demons upon my vision?
Out, I command thee
Out lest I fall to foul play myself
For the smiles of my friends hide daggers of hate
I dare not fight this man before me
I have too much of his families blood on my hands
His children slain as they slept
His wife’s throat cut as she ran
A plague upon the darkness I have become
Come forth McDuff
It ends here,
It ends tonight
My foe fallen and wounded I have my chance to strike
As my sword casts shadows over him I see their faces
Those who have gone before my blade
Those who perished to make me king
Their blood is on my soul
I can scarce keep the vision at bay
My pain is joined with theirs as I fall in battle
My blood, their blood, now taints the soil
I shall sleep no more
Macbeth shall sleep no more
Out.... Out.... Brief candle
