The Crown Without You
A letter from Macbeth to the woman who lit the path he now walks alone
Ambition binds. Power divides.
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My Lady,
The deed is done, and there's still much more to do. Without you.
The fire of my ambition still burns. The crown is mine; nothing keeps me from it.
Not even you.
Our actions have had consequences. But Scotland is mine. The worst has passed.
We were partners in the deed, not of the heart. I recall the precise coldness of the act.
Your guidance. Its significance. You lit the path I walked on. You prompted. I followed.
We fell. The redness of that spot gleams.
We did murder sleep. Sleep. No. More.
Where I go next is not your path to follow. You sought the crown; I wear the curse of golden rot.
And so the deed is still to do. The course is yet for you.
Macbeth
Thane of Cawdor
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Original missive from the feathered quill of Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Harper Lewis' Dear John challenge.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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