Life's but a walking shadow Out out brief candle! Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Full of sound and fury signifying nothing In shadows deep where foul deeds oft conspire Macbeth did mire. For in his tortured soul the dagger's gleam Did kindle flames of guilt a haunting dream. he cried despair As death's cold hand seize tainted air. A tale treachery and ambition's cost Where death ruthless reaper claimed lost. The words spoke sorrow's endless flow. embrace tragic plight darkness closed around extinguishing light. echoes Macbeth's demise sing. warning stark paths that lead to strife death awaits final act life.