Devotion Honored
Kneeling in prayer, the King folded his hands
His assassination thusly prevented
Times were different then, devotion honored
~ Stabs in the back were frowned on
What Hamlet simply could not bear to do
Today (that) would feel refreshing and new
Not taking advantage of his arch-foe
~ Sheathing his dagger, away he tiptoed
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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