NaPoWriMo: Gruesome Players Be

A poem for a gloomy Sunday (here at least), and in keeping with the Sunday's Shakespeare theme.

Gruesome Players Be

A lordly prince to be

though at a loss of a father

to find oneself so lost,

that everyone is suspect.

Though at a loss of a father,

where now his ghost he sees

that everyone is suspect,

of grievous misdeeds.

Where now his ghost he sees

a plan germinates within

of grievous misdeeds

that will follow yon Danish Prince.

A plan germinates within,

a play to speak the truth 

that will follow you Danish Prince

and the garish players perform.

A play to speak the truth

of murder most foul, indeed

and the garish players perform

before the King's own eyes.

Of murder most foul, indeed

that young Hamlet does perform

before the King's own eyes

when all of the bodies hit thine floor.

That young Hamlet does perform,

the most gallant of deaths

when all of the bodies hit thine floor,

and Horatio is left standing.

The most gallant of deaths

to find oneself so lost

and Horatio is left standing

a lordly prince to be.