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Fool's Game
The cold moon bleeds its light
Down upon a recent fight
Both combatants lie there dead
The scene around is painted red
If both have died, then who has won
The one with the knife? The one with the gun?
Fighting for something none can keep,
The heart of a woman who now will weep.
For she loved them both the same,
yet let them play this foolish game.
Neither has survived the strife
So now she too takes her life...
I love it.
it is, having to read and analyze macbeth in my english class.
A tortured soul,
A lover's fight,
not worth the enery,
It ends in strife.
Another dead,
damned to eternity,
another misled,
as all will soon be...
delightfull deffinitly a literary tragedy..
Great work... keep it up...
feel free to check my poetry out though not much is on here more to come on soon ... just gotta find em lol