I have been slain. The three witches gave me prophecies of glory, only to ensure my fall. When the traitors attacked my castle, I was able to survive the majority of the assault, even killing Young Siward. But, just as the witches predicted, I fought Macduff, and he was born of a woman, instead being a C section. I fought until the end, but it was in vain as Macduff was able to beat me, and I was forsaken by the three witches. Now that Malcolm is king, Scotland shall fall into disorder, he will never live up to my legacy as king. I should be on that throne, and my descendants should have followed me. Either way, I must atone for my mistakes and ambition.
-JW
2 comments:
The prophecies of the witches were once again correct and I wish I could say that I'm sad that you're dead, but I am quite happy Macduff has slain you.
I hope you feel like a fool after being bamboozled by the witches and Macduff...
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