Foul is fair and fair is foul.

May 5, 2009
By Tyler Flemon BRONZE, Jonesboro, Arkansas
Tyler Flemon BRONZE, Jonesboro, Arkansas
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Four subtract one and evil deeds, presented as the witches three
Over adapting enchantresses beguiling impressionable minds
Underachieving past has hope for the future to come
Languid ambition striving to grapple

Insignificant demons speak the whisper of legions
Sinister thoughts shadow a blurred reality

Frail strands of morality hold my reason
Asserting omnipotence, the battle is over quick as it began
Insidious retrogression on my thoughts controlled
Reiterating incompetence through darkness

Alluring struggle becomes a struggle no more
No friend an enemy, no enemy a friend
Damnation find me, my soul is empty

Forging shadows upon the cloth, wading into insanity
Awake me not, for sleep comes no more
Inspiring accusations, the watchmen alleviate intricacies
Redemption has fled, seek thyself

Intrepid nobles seek to deny
Saturated mind threatens the world

Fear is dominant
Outermost brambles hiding true
Undermost evils befall me
Lean into this death, for love is no more!

The author's comments:
Acrostic poem about the story of Macbeth.

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