Of late, a cloud of dread hath taken hold, fears for his fev'rish ambition grow. My heart doth worry, lest his soul be sold, for his unbridled lust for power shall sow. Uneasy lies our path, fraught with strife, if unchecked, his desires will find no end. I shiver, thinking of the darkened life, where joy and love shall cease, so fate doth send. Will naught but shame and ruin be his throne? And fall we shall, beyond redemption's grace. His fickle crown worn heavy, heart of stone, entangled in this foul ambitious race. I dread the whirlwind that doth bear us on, a hurricane of madness, hope forlorn.
Step into the shoes of Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth and provide a soliloquy explaining your deepest fear about your husband's ambition.