Shakespeare's Macbeth-Personal Narrative

I was invited to the castle of Macbeth for his coronation and this is my recollection of the event.
The castle had a perplexing feel to it. From the outside, it was sweet and delicate, but the moment one entered, there was a disorienting feeling of vulnerability. The castle was far from being illuminated, so much that not a soul would notice if there were to be brute lurking amongst the fortress. All of the guests, including myself, were being lead to the room of the great feast as if we were a bunch of petrified cattle. The artwork upon the wall had piercing eyes that seemed to gaze upon every passer by. Amidst the obvious terror, each guest’s face was beaming with joy. “What an honor to be in the presence of such a great man”, I assumed …show more content…
We all talked for so long, we forgot what we were here for. “Ah, the coronation”, I suddenly remembered. We all took our seats, patiently awaiting our sovereign. It was only a short few seconds until Macbeth violently thrusted his way through the doors. The voices silenced and not a squeak was heard. His face was disapproving. Not a great way to start a great occasion. Lennox and Lady Macbeth urged Macbeth to take a seat. He chuckled a hearty laugh. “The table’s full”, he said. Lennox tried to assure him otherwise, but Macbeth seemed to not be having it. Lennox showed the chair that Macbeth was to be seated in and he still didn’t believe him. Looking at the chair, it was empty. Nothing to be seen. It was indeed a chair fit for the king. Macbeth quiety mumbled the words “Thy gory mocks at me”. He looked as white as a ghost, but at the same time looked infuriated. We all turned our heads to each other in confusion. I whispered to the man beside me, “Who is shaking their bloody head at him?”. Lady Macbeth begged us all to remain seated and claimed that this is just typical Macbeth. I shrugged my shoulders and begin to eat. Lady Macbeth and