The mist hid the old bricks piled on top of each other to make a towering castle. In the deep depths of the ancient building sat a room inside that room was Lady Macbeth…
Sitting in the royal green chair next to the birch table was Lady Macbeth. As the candle flickered Lady Macbeth anxiously tapped her long, sharp, blood-red nails on the splintered wood. The harsh wind blew through her silky hair.
Her husband burst through the wooden doors, with his lip trembling he finally mumbled comma “the deed has been done” he pulled out the bloody daggers and stared at the blood bath they were making
“good, now take them back to the guards and smother them with blood!” said Lady Macbeth with a disgusted look on her face.
“no! I cant methought I heard a voice cry, ‘sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep- the innocent sleep” Macbeth said horrified
“inform of purpose, give me the daggers I will do it” lady Macbeth said.