A Macbeth Poem

Note: Originally done for an English Literature assignment, but it didn't match the criteria, so I made another. Untitled.

The enemy, here the come
Attacking us, attacking us!
Kerns and gallowglasses
and tribes of the Western Island
Here they march
All led by the traitorous Macdownwald

Then you came. The man on the horse,
Sword in your hand
Looking ever ruthless, ever courageous
To defend our precious King
You charged through the lines of the enemy
Killing them all

In front of Macdonwald you stood
Proudly, bravely, fearlessly
Not much of a talk
Before (at last) you ripped him
From his naval to his chest
And fixed his ugly head to the spear

And 'Macbeth! Macbeth!'
People all chorused your name
The person that became their hero
Your bravery they praise so highly
Your loyalty they all hail
Your courage to defend the King
Shall never be forgotten, but we wonder:
Will you ever betray us?
Like every other men who used to be heroes.

We wonder. We wait. We shall see.