Journal 7 - The Beginning of the End

Macduff is in England seeking Malcom, the rightful heir to the throne.  Duncan’s ghost would love it if we were to die at his son’s hands.  An eye for an eye makes the world go round.  Blood in pools makes the soul go down – to hell.

Banquo is dead.  I know it.  He and his son have vanished.  They are gone from this world but have returned to haunt me.  In my dreams I see a sea of blood: my hands, my clothes, and the walls for are dyed red everyone to see.  The images haunt me as if they know I am why Macbeth walks down this bloody path.  But I have done nothing wrong.  Macbeth deserves this position of power.  If he has to use what ever means possible to retain it, I support him – no matter the cost.  Sleep is the price I pay.  Daily, nightly, everything is red.

Macbeth is never home anymore, nor does he sleep.  He fears Macduff and killed his family outright.  Poor Lady Macduff, poor children .  There’s more blood to add to our list of sins.  Is it my list of sins or his? I tire of this suffering.  Becoming queen was supposed to make me important and make my life easier.  I never expected to sleep with ghosts mulling about and blood on my hands.  The secret must never be brought to light.