Macbeth in Haiku Form

Three witches gathered,
The battle is lost and won,
To hail a hero.

Disclosed prophesies
A mind thrown into turmoil,
Dark ambitions, stirred.

A wife, impatient,
Calls upon unnatural evil,
To bolster her cause.

Deadly persuasion,
A king’s fate is decided,
As is our hero’s.

Hiding truth beneath
A false veneer of welcome.
Doubts wrangle within

Night falls, visions haunt,
Encouraging the murder,
A dagger outstretched.

Sounds echo. On edge,
Our lady awaits her mate,
Having drugged the guards.

Two red daggers flash.
Blood drips from his anxious hands,
The deed has been done.

Panic seeping in,
The evidence is planted,
Upon the naïve.

Shock, suspicions start,
The body is discovered
The sons flee from fear.

Our hero is crowned
Upon the now bloody throne
Of his creation.

An old friend must die
To ensure a secret ends
To never be found.

Scorned men are gathered,
The murderers are hired
To kill poor Banquo

A feast, missing one,
The motive can remain safe
For the king’s murder.

Sitting in a chair,
Banquo’s ghost torments Macbeth.
What is done is done.

Others conspire
To seize back the country and
End the tyrant’s rein

Macbeth seeks answers
Given by apparitions.
Still anger consumes.

The innocence ends
When Macduff’s family fall
In a pool of blood.

Anger and dismay,
Macduff swears bloody vengeance
Against his evil foe.

Our lady wonders,
Guilt-ridden from her past sins,
Sleeping yet troubled

Desertions increase,
Our lady falls to her death,
The world falls apart.

The war is looming,
Yet Macbeth must struggle on
Against all the odds.

The forest creeps up,
Proving the impossible,
Signaling the end.

Macbeth and Macduff,
One not born of a woman,
Fight until the death.

And so ends our hero.
The rightful king can take his place
And Scotland can heal.