Aftermath of King Duncan’s Death (Menan)

Dear Diary,

I stand here today with so much of stress and turmoil. The only image that I can envision in my mind is being crowned King. I can imagine myself with that beautiful golden crown gently resting on my head as people refer to me no more as Macbeth but as King Macbeth. Oh, how I powerfully they say, all hail King Macbeth, all hail King of Scotland. However there are several obstacles that I have to face. The first obstacle is the one who holds that position which will soon be mine, Duncan. Oh lord, the only way to be crowned king is by sending Duncan off to heaven with my very hands. But preparing for his death, how do I do that without getting caught? Oh, I feel as if my soul is leaving my body. I feel like a blood thirsty bat. However something deep down from within summons me to perform the act with all the will power that I have.

Oh my dear God. Look what I have done! I have blood all over my hands and a deep hole in my soul. Oh if all the angels gave me their powers it still would not clean me of this deed. I just placed the bloody dagger by the side of the sleeping grooms. The words coming out of my mouth can do nothing but describe how I feel.

I placed the knives by the groom

Life for me is nothing but doom

Neptune’s Oceans can’t wash my hands of blood

While the blood in Duncan’s body flows like a flood

There is Horror In my soul

And in my heart there is a hole

I am a traitor and a thief

My life is full of painful grief

I am not just a traitor

I am also a foolish hater

But now I will be king

Forget what is done

Let’s make joy and sing

Signed,

Macbeth