Acedia

Kenneth Branagh as Macbeth

Your courage borne from nothing left to lose,

What life is this, without an heir, wife dead?

And as you seemed to wonder, noble ruse,

Your executioner’s sword flung your head.

No pain.  Or one to end all tortured breath,

Brief candle, he, your towering enemy.

You thought it strange that he should look on death

As though it meant defeat.  Some irony.

Acedia, for Macbeth © Ron Villejo