It is a tale
told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing."
MacBeth ACT V scene v
No blood spilt
no battles fought
in the castle eerily lit by fireworks and moonlight -
Witches chants drowned out
by bagpipes and thunder
and Verdi's music sweeping up the mound -
Cobblestone streets full of poor players
strutting, fretting as the hours pass
under incessant drizzle -
There we strolled for days
our clean hands holding tight,
searching for a murdered King
and Shakespeare's Scottish play,
never to be found.
