The sleepwalking Lady Macbeth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I bend so sad this day before
Her pharisaical denial
She still believes beyond all doubt
Humility is not her style
She wears this brittle certitude
Bereft all mercy, her pursuit
For power from self idolatry
She digs so viciously, to the root
Oblivious her desperate acts
Create an awful tragedy
And to her fractured vision finds
She can’t translate reality
She wears belief upon her sleeve
She, unaware we might suppose
Her truth is nothing but a thorn
She yet mistook to be a rose
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helenvalentina 
Wow you’ve done a fantastic job love it! Macbeth was a perfect choice =)
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Wonderful response to the prompt, wow!
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Wow, this is brilliant work, Helen! I love the closing lines. Very powerful.
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This is very creative, love it 🙂
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Wonderful and very creative! I really enjoyed this
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Brilliant use of the wordle 🙂
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