Royalty On the Run

Caught in a Witch’s Web

Rose — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:56:56 +0000

Here are the lyrics to my Macbeth song, after review I realized the lyrics were difficult to distinguish.

Caught in a Witch’s Web

On Scottish land, long ago

Three witches met in a storm’s throe

With warbled voices risen high

These bearded women wove a web of truth and lies

A bloody battle had just been won

But Scotland’s trouble had just begun

With Jason like grace , Duncan would say

Macbeth would be Thane of Cawdor today

The witches knew a way to catch

The fly Macbeth with an iron-clad hatch

On his ego they would write

A tale of having Glamis, Cawdor, King in sight

Though sceptical Macbeth would find

Evil intent poisoning his mind

With knives held tightly in his hands

Macbeth betrayed King of Scotland

Yet Macbeth’s sins would not end here

As a vulture would, he hid his leer

With evil in his heart

Macbeth would tear Scotland apart

Her green hills would grow bare

Her lakes and moores filled with snares

But Scotland you will be free

When your people lead an army - for thee!

But Scotland you will be free

When your people lead an army - for thee!

Malcolm’s Favorite Website.

Rose — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:52:18 +0000

Though this organization was formed long after Malcolm’s era, I believe that because of the violence Macbeth needlessly generated Malcolm would agree with the objective of the ICRtoP. I feel he would want to help generate solutions for other countries and their citizens, so they would not endure the suffering that inequality and greed brought to the Scotland of his time.

Royalty in Battle

Rose — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:31:24 +0000

This picture depicting the Battle of Crecy in 1346, where English soldiers invaded Normandy. I chose this as Malcolm’s favorite picture because not only is it painted in a historically correct fashion, it also conveys some sense of equality. Even though there are colors present to represent class distinctions they seem to blur together in the action this image portrays. I believe Malcolm would appreciate this because of his believe that in the end all people (regardless of class) should be equal.

For Scotland!

Rose — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:42:08 +0000

Macbeth has been vanquished. A joyous occasion for the Scotland that was poisoned by his rule. However before celebrations commence, I announced that Scotland shall embrace a new system. Equality! Citizens and thanes, let there be no distinction! Macbeth’s greedy, malicious acts have shown us the price of status. Let not the honorable blood split be wasted, let it be a reminder of the morality we must uphold. For Scotland! To fill her rolling hills with joy, not fear. To ensure that her fields are occupied by friends, not enemies. For Scotland, let this new reign live forever!

At the Woods of Birnam

Rose — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:35:24 +0000

We have gathered, with loyal comrades and the noble english soldiers at Birnam Wood. I can only hope that soon the need for war will no longer be necessary. As brothers in arms and children of Scotland, we disguise ourselves with branches from these great woods; and I can’t help but think that the ease in which the boughs were relinquished indicate that Scotland herself marches with us to Dunsinane. It is comforting to know Macbeth shall be held accountable to her.

Being Prince of Cumberland

Rose — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:29:16 +0000

Dear Readers,

Having been raised to always honestly keep my word, I am sorry to admit that I have been decietful. I am not accompanying Malcolm, as I had claimed, I am him. I was crowned Prince of Cumberland on the night of my father’s death. I apologize for my dishonesty, but I am not ashamed. My brother and I fled to ensure our own safety, but also to guarantee Scotland’s safety. If we had stayed we would have been as helpless as the citizens we wish to rescue from Macbeth’s tyranny. I only wish to better Scotland, to govern this country honorably and less guilably than my father.

Wishing to defend,

Malcolm

In the Audience of the English Crown

Rose — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:35:54 +0000

News has reccently reached Malcolm that Macbeth, the thane of Glamis and Cawdor, was given the crown. Stranger yet our reports tell strange tales of other honorable men being murdered as viciously as the fatherly Duncan. Yet it is the story of Macbeth, now called king, hollaring at an empty chair which troubles us most. I begin to think (as does Malcolm) that Macbeth may be endangering Scotland, and I will not allow the Scottish people to suffer.

We now sit in in the English court, having been granted an audience with King Edward. I have come to find that he also cares most deeply about his people, to a point where he sympathizes greatly with my -our need to disthrone Macbeth. King Edward has graciously given us an aly, and we hope to march against Macbeth.

Dear Scottland, beautiful lands that you claim shall be freed, even if I must face the entire world to confront your jailer.

The Evil’s Eve

Rose — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:19:43 +0000

If there ever was a time to fear for Scotland, last night would have made the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. With one cowardly act committed in the dark, lives of many Scottish people were altered irrevocably. At the castle called Inverness, festivities were held for the Prince of Cumberland and the new Thane of Cawdor. After everyone had feasted and drunken their fill (some gluttonously), the many thanes, the royal family, myself, Macbeth and his wife retired for the evening. The great King Duncan and his sons were roomed side by side, yet the princes did not wake when a traitor slipped into their father’s room. And before while readying for bed they did not notice the inattentiveness of the guards. No, this heinous act would go undiscovered untill the solider Macduff would lament the loss of this revered Scottish King. Inverness would drown in the chaos that resulted here after, Macbeth would murder the seemingly guilty guards, Lady Macbeth would faint, and the princes would slip quietly away.

This is where I come into the story, I have fled with the Princes; now innocent suspects in their father’s murder. While Donaldbain heads towards Ireland, I travel to England with Malcolm, sharing with you his side of this story. A tale I fear will mar Scottish history forever with its telling.