What a man! What has happened to his mind?

Has the will of regret haltered thine mind?

Seeing the ghost of a lifeless man... Bah!

Has thine foolish mind forgotten this earth

And landed into complete madness?

Thou is confused and conjuring ghosts of

The past, speaking and saying such

Ridiculous nonsense like "the table's full". O, Lord.

Not even the Gods can see what thine sees.

Ah, my Macbeth, my beauteous Macbeth.

Thou hast lightened darkness, an eternal

Darkness that will soon engulf thine bright flame.

Thou hast stumbled onto unsteady paths,

Down to nothingness, where thou will only

Feel the pain and suffering of thine wits.

I am not as willing to hasten along that path to

Remorse and mindless torture so easily.

For the secret would then be released like an

Air-borne disease that will touch everyone

With its filthy grasp of what we have done.

Not now, not later, not ever should thou

Again act in the way thou didst tonight,

For he will be the one in trouble.

I spoke before that I cannot follow down

Thine path for it will extinguish my

Flame of light with its eternal darkness, too.

I must hither myself to my bed in a whiles time.

Should thou become nought but an empty soul,

Thou'll bear of no use to me. Yet, it is

Too early to tell for it is still the

Beginning. Perchance I should do away

With thee. No! I could not bring all of man's

Might or nerve to do such a heinous

Crime in front of those who will bare witness

Of the event. Such unforgiving thought!

But it is always an open door that

I could walk through should thou say anything.

However, what would have been the cause of

Tonight's great act? Might it have been the

Drunkenness of his intelligence? I

Shall discourse with him about it

Tomorrow morn.

I was once of pure white, but now I

Am stained a shade of grey. Each moment I

Live more, the shades of grey Darken.

Soon it will turn black.

The signs of sleep wear upon my dreary

Face, but Still I must be cleansed!

My hands ridicule me as I still bear

The blood, guts and gore of guilt.

To be washed again, they art.

Servant, prepare me some water for my hands immediately!