Beyond the Grave

Hamlet Claudius regret woe Tricked by feminie wiles and guile My dear brother woefully departed To the flame and ash not of this plane Where do his sins be purged Though not his soul be unscourged. At his sudden passing dear Hamlet started, A poor fool though wholeheartedly Virtuous, as he does so obviously scorn my wife’s nuptials. How I have come to regret my choice of action... Had I known what fate awaits… Those bright, pearly closed gates Upon my arrival shut steadfast A bloody crown not even my own, Frail shadows wreathing my neck Like fists of iron they twist, Wringing my heart dry Until not even the crows would dare pick at the remnants. Greed settled in my heart like a worm, Eating away at any trace of morality As the serpent slithered into the garden, Tainting me with its centrality. Oh, if only I had known… I regret my choice of action.