A man in a dark cloak stands in a stormy, desolate landscape with four ghostly, old witch-like faces in the stormy sky above, with lightning striking.
When Macbeth falls beneath Macduff’s blade, he does not descend into death’s silence. Instead, the world blurs and he awakens once more upon the desolate heath where the witches first addressed him. The storm rages overhead the ground quakes beneath his feet, and their chilling voices echo through the air: “All hail Macbeth, hail to thee Thane of Glamis. All hail Macbeth, hail to thee Thane of Cawdor. All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.” See more
