A Day in the Life of Banquo
The beginning of the day brings with it
A sense of the unknown and some trouble.
You know not what the day deems right to fit,
Only that bonds may fall into rubble.
With the afternoon comes feelings of fear.
You went to your castle; time would pass by;
Your thoughts were muddled; they were quite unclear.
You had no reason for your son to fly.
The coming of night brings with it darkness.
Shadows bring an end to the confusion.
What came forth was a murderer’s likeness.
Now you know what was true, your suspicion.
You had some trust through the hardest of days,
But what your life could bring, no one can say.