No More Shall I

by Sumiko Kenchi Haimoto

This is a poem written from Macbeth's point of veiw, partial directed at his wife and partially directing at the world

No More Shall I

Tomorrow will come as it always does

And again the sun shall rise to greet the day,

But no more shall my noble king

See the light upon the misty moors.

I, with a hand that trembles now,

Have destroyed his gentle and regal soul,

And for this treachery I have gained naught

But a sterile crown and a million sleepless nights.

The sea forever strikes the rocky shore

And the ocean shimmers silver in the moonlight.

But no more shall it's tranquil glow

Call in me a sense of peaceful wonder.

I, with this god forsaken knife,

Have drenched the emerald and cerulean seas

With crimson blood so purely dark

It pales the coldest starless night.

Still a multitude of children will dream

Of dancing swords and brilliant diadems,

But no more shall I sleep,

Nor dream of golden sceptres and silk-draped thrones.

I, with one wicked blow from an evil hand,

Have murdered the very calm of the still night;

All I can see when I close my eyes

Is a river of his blood rising to engulf me.

Bards still shall sing their cheerful songs

Of all our yesteryears and all our brighter days,

But no more shall I hear songs of glory,

Nor visit upon the deeds I have committed.

Oh, my lady, my wife, my conspirator,

What, with these bloody hands, have we done?

Despite all my regret, you whispered your corruptions,

And now the songs of our evil cannot be unsung.

We were given an assignment to write a poem about some element from Shakespeare's Macbeth, for which our only requirement was that we had to use the words hands, blood, night, and sleep twice each. This assignment became a blessing, because I really like how this poem turned out. It's funny though, because I actually came up with the last four lines before anything else, and it took me forever to come up with something to fit them.