Letter to Macbeth

Letter to Macbeth My beloved Macbeth,

I can barely write as unrighteous tears cloud my eyes and blur my

vision.

Oh, my love, how I have battled

with my conscience and how my words 'our deeds must not be thought of

' come

back to haunt me. Screams in my

head paralyse my sleep and torture my wake. I can no longer live for

fear of

the truth being shared.

Ever since I received that fateful letter I began plotting how we

could

speed our path to power .I should

have let fate take its course instead of trying to take fate into my

own

hands. If I had done that then maybe the smell

of Duncan's blood would disappear and perhaps I would not be writing

this,

my final letter.

I remember the time when we were a young happy couple, so much in

love, so

much to live for. How long

ago this all seems now. I wish we could return to that happiness, but

it is

all too late. I have ruined everything you

worked so hard for.

You were a role model to everyone who knew you. Well respected, brave

and

loyal, you served your

country and gained the trust of our king. He rewarded you well and

would

have rewarded you further, but now I ve