The mist hid the old, mossy bricks as if there was some kind of secret beyond. The dreaded wind threw itself at the tower walls, bleeding through the cracks making it even more bitter than before. Hanging over the fortress, the clouds darkened the atmosphere in which Lady Macbeth contemplated the power before her. With her ghost-like skin and self-assured posture, Lady Macbeth waited for her husband’s arrival.
Seconds later, the dark oak door burst open snuffing out all the candles in the process. Macbeth’s eyes were drawn towards his blood-stained hands as he crept silently into the room.
“The deed is done,” trembled the murderer, “This is sorry sight!” he said leaning further towards his hands.
“A foolish thought to say a sorry sight,” hissed Lady Macbeth angrily. The pain ebbed and flowed inside Macbeth regretting everything he had done. Lady Macbeth’s face wrinkled in distaste as the smoke from the fire place crept up her nose and burned the back of her throat.
“What have I done?” said Macbeth with his jaw wide open. He dropped the daggers and they landed with a clatter.
“Get some water and wash this filthy witness from your hands,” said Lady Macbeth furiously. “Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there. Go carry them and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.”
“I will go no more,” announced Macbeth. “I am afraid to think of what I have done; look again I dare not!” Lady Macbeth bent over and picked up the bloody daggers.
“Infirm of purpose!” shouted the soon to be queen with her once pale face that was now a light shade of pink. Snatching the daggers, she marched off towards the spiral staircase. “The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures! Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil!” she stormed up the stairs.
Lady Macbeth paced around the castle. The wind whispered and whistled through the stone pillars. She picked up her hands and dragged them along the oak splintered table, as if they were dancing to a lullaby… A soot-black raven flew high above the dusty grey castle. As the raven flew the wind closely followed, behind yapping at his heels.
“I feel like my stomach is twisted into a million pieces. I have butterflies.” Lady Macbeth began to have second thoughts about her cruel desire to kill the king. She wiped a heartless tear from her emerald green eyes and pulled herself together, deciding to go ahead with her plans.
Waiting on Macbeth’s arrival, Lady Macbeth was so nervous she almost forgot to breathe. Moments later, Macbeth bundled through the large wooden door, staring down at the ruby red blood which stained the hands of guilt.
“I have done the deed, I shall go no further,” said Macbeth. The daggers dropped to the floor in seconds with a clatter! “This is a sorry sight,” cried Macbeth. Lady Macbeth rolled her face into a smile and rubbed her hands with glee. “Infirm of purpose! I shall take the daggers and smear there whole body with the witness of the crime!” raged Lady Macbeth. “Tis the eye of childhood, that is painted.”
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.