Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Who can stop me?

Dear readers,
   I have fortified my castle at Dunsinane in preparation for the attack from England. I cannot die, but my wife and servants may die, thus I must protect my household. I was told by the witches to fear Macduff, but since he is a man like any of us, he cannot hurt me. In addition, Birnam wood has yet to move an inch, the apparent signal of my demise. Unless those witches move an entire forest and resurrect some supernatural non human being, I have no fear for my life or my throne. That said, I do fear for the sanity of my wife as we have grown extremely distant recently, and she seems to be having trouble suppressing her inner guilt. I hope she is able to overcome her weakness and come back to me as the wife I knew. In the end, I will hold on to the throne until the end of my days, but if the witch is right, I will sire no children, meaning there may be more issues ahead. For now, I will focus on killing the traitors Macduff and Malcolm.
-JW

9 comments:

Banquo said...

I'm guessing that you won't have any descendants because Lady Macbeth will go psycho before she can get pregnant.

Macbeth said...

@Banquo Or so you think...

Mac to the Duff said...

I know you were the one who killed my wife and kids. I hope there is nothing left of you or your family when I'm done.

Hecate said...

Your confidence is increasing at an unrealistic speed and it may be costing you your loved ones, or your crown... or both.

Macbeth said...

@Macduff I am untouchable, invincible to any man. I shall survive until nature itself takes me. The same couldn't have been said for your wife or children.

Ross said...

The rightful King will return to Scotland!

Ms. May said...

I'm sure you're confident for good reason. There's absolutely no reason for you to worried. None at all. And I'm sure it's fine that Fleance escaped the murderers. Right? There's no way any of this could come back to haunt you.

Lennox said...

You will only get what is coming to you, nothing less. But for now, go ahead and think that you are safe. That will make your death even more surprising to you, after all.

Lady Macbeth said...

You infectious earth-vexing foot-licker. Until death do us part... ;)