Prepare for battle Macduff!

'Tis the brink of death. For thost witches predictions tell of my downfall. For I am doomed on this day, yet will show the remorse of nothing. My country hath turn against me, yet I will fight for it to prove its true strength! Scotland's army; the truest of souls who remain loyal to me have been called to arms to host this fight.

I am a man born of this land, and I am a man who will die of this land. Whom doth thou think thout art Macduff!? To undermind thy master, leave with no explanation. Traitor! The men I have are the ones I will die with, and I hath been proud of them. For the weird sisters hath written my fate and thy predictions of a bloody head, a bloody child, and a crowned child bearing a crown and branch. The witches say to beware of the Thane of Fife, no man can harm mineself born of a woman, and I will not fall until Birnham Wood move to Dunsinane! I hath not seen these truths, but as the English army do apprach; I fear my life and my country.

Without a fight I will not truly die! My wife, my friend, my king all lay slain to my hands. This is for them now. Unnecessary; no. Purposeless; no. This is for soul, country, and pride. For dear Scotland hath not ride on mine back for long enough, but will soon shatter. Beware Macduff, for it is you I seek to slay. It will come to foe versus foe and the true man will take all...


This photo represents the brink of war and the fighting between Macbeth and Macduff. Two patriotic foes fighting for two countries, but ironically the control of one.