Hamletters

Apparition ominous on the ramparts does foretell.

Befouled a rotten Denmark mourns a recent king who fell.

Clinging to his grief a prince interrogates his mother.

Distrustful of her hasty marriage to her husband’s brother.

Exposition spectre supposition fratricidal.

Father vengeance feigning madness raging homicidal.

Gruntled not the flame aggrieved by desperate undertaking.

Handle from afar this love, the courtship left forsaking.

Inscrutably mysterious the ramblings of the Prince.

Jesters best to test the crown and guilt response evince.

King conspires to motive know espies for a suggestion

Life or death, what’s nobler yet - to be or not - the question?

Murder played, the sin betrayed which boils blood’s discontent.

No peace in prayer revenging there if heaven heathen sent.

Off instead to mother’s chamber son confronts in violence.

Ploughs his dagger when the secret watcher breaks his silence.

Queen aghast, but not the king revealed behind the curtain.

Royal meddler dead, the ghost returns, this madness certain.

Sent ‘cross the sea to England marked with letters to despatch.

Tragically a daughter drowned, in loss her life she’d snatch.

Undeterred the prince returns and ponders death so cruel

Vengeful sons oppose in combat royally courted duel.

Wet with poison blade deceit ensures the King’s own victor

X-marked cut then weapons swapped, a slash on the inflictor.

Yielding slowly unto death but heart still full of malice.

Zealously, Prince kills the King, with drink from poison chalice.