No, not a spelling error… a fabulous poem from George Gray.
A traitor, a traitor for all to see
Thane of Cawdor shall not conquer thee
for I have conquered him.
Three witches , Three Witches
they cannot be wrong
for I am to be king foretold in their song
unsure I may be
certain I am not
believe us ,believe us
for all is not lost
Kill him Kill him says the voice in my head
use a dagger
until King Duncan is dead.
My wife my wife
for what have I done
do not worry my love
for the deed is now done
I now fight in battle
as the English approach
no fear in my heart
as the witches foretold
that the prophecies they’ve seen
are about to unfold
for I shall be victorious
my enemies shall be slain
and I will arise victorious again.
Sire sire as the messenger came
lady Macbeth has died and departed this plain
and still in my heart this fear remains.
Go forth go forth
to battle with victory I cry
the men fall
the smell of death lingers in the air
yet still I do not worry nor do I care
it is you
strike me if you dare
for I am king and you will never fare
I cannot be killed by a man that is bore of a woman
through childbirth
alas Macbeth for I am not
all you have schemed, pillaged looted and murdered is now lost
for your kingdom now
belongs to another
close your eyes Macbeth with fear
for you deserve to die
from the one who was not technically born of his mother.
By George Gray 8T4