In the land of Denmark, a renowned king dies
The wife of him goes and married his brother
Her son distraught in the curious lies
For how could she if they loved each other?
The strangeness however has just begun
Since the boy is visited by a ghost
Looking much like his father, he stood stunned
As the guards had when standing at their post.
The ghost reveals the murderous plots of
His so called brother, Claudius, new king
Feigning madness fits Hamlet’s plotting glove
To take out Denmark’s rotten with one swing
Revenge lurks within the soul of the boy
Confusing his wits and sucking his joy.
Finding the source of Hamlet’s madness is
The current task of the kingdom, indeed
Polonius is sure it’s love of his
Ophelia’s heart thrown at him to plead.
Seconds before Hamlet contemplates death
He stands to whisper thoughts to thee above
But when he hears the sweetness of her breath
Hamlet denies ever feelings of love.
Second attempt to reveal his chaos
Involves childhood friends to spy on him
Playing with him as if he were a windbox
For how could they believe he’d be so dim?
Ah that is the question of loyalty,
For who comes first, the friend or royalty?
But, of course, the story does not end there
Because there must be a play within one
For Hamlet’s mad plot to work with care
But Claudius had enough madness, done.
Hamlet feels he has proof he is guilty
Now the games really may begin truly
But Gertrude is confused on how could he
And Hamlet says she downgraded cruelly.
In this discussion, he believes they’re alone
Until a quick movement behind the drapes
Hamlet stabs the spy, hearing a deep groan
Finding Polonians in such state.
Sent away to England, Hamlet is gone
And in from Paris, Laertes comes drawn
Ophelia, driven mad, singing songs
Handing out flowers, as social outcry
As her brother demands justice belonged
While Ophelia, hope is lost, goodbye.
Hamlet returns to a gravedigger and Yorrick
Stumbling upon the funeral of his one love
Hamlet wails and cries, very non stoic
Laertes disgusted by this, thereof
Claudius sets up a duel for the boys
And plots with Laertes to kill Hamlet
The final scene is filled with grace and poise
Ironically because ending the madness.
All characters end up dead within seconds
So Fortinbras appears in Denmark, beckoned.
Thus there is love and destruction within
This masterpiece of a human, Hamlet
Whose act of inaction got under his skin
But story holds true to those in transit
Between love and loyalty and revenge.
A tale of family not family at all
And madness being defined as unhinged
Which is what ultimately lead to their downfall.
A love so great, to refuse interaction
And a political faux pas to kill
The King, Hamlet lost it within fractions
Thus there was nothing to do but be still
And that was the greatest flaw of the tale
For the only way to love is to fail.