The Outcome

An eye for an eye young Hamlet!

Do not let him insult you so

Ho! Gertrude falls!?

What devilry is this! 

What Madness!!!

Ahh, the cup... Hamlet the cup

She has been poisoned

Are you satisfied Claudius?
O brother, your hands will never be wipe clean

Confession will not be available 

Young Hamlet finally acts...

The drink meant for him has slain you

And now my poor boy falls

What a tragedy is this?!

All by an otherwordly hand...

My hand...

And as mist does after dawn

I vanish...

A Fencing Match

Indulging yourself in a fencing match?
Against Laertes no less!

Can you not sense the blood they thirst

It is yours that will be spilt

Young Hamlet, please see through their lies

Laertes tool is sharp

It lusts for blood

YOUNG HAMLET HE COMES AT YOU!

The End is Coming?

I sense an intense feeling of dread

After Hamlet's "return" from England

Claudius and Laertes seem to be scheming

Scheming an end to young Hamlet

O god, please act quickly!

You cannot delay this endeavour any further

Forget earthly desires a while

That Ophelia was just one of many 

With good Horatio at your side, continue on!

Faltering Subject

Are you truly mad Hamlet?
I requested but one thing of you
An action of justice, to be done in haste
A plot on your father's murderer
And yet you still falter...
Even when evidence is aplenty
You continue on with a charade that has done nothing
Nothing but bring illness to those that you had loved

May I add that Gertrude was not to be involved
A specific request that you clearly ignored
Gertrude will not be judged by you
Allow her to choose her own path
As when judgement day come
Angels will line up and speak of her sins
Though... I'm glad in a way
You even if you went against my word
Gertrude may have been deterred from this false path

The last of my anima is vanishing...
The mist, containing fragments of my soul, slowly recedes
The emptiness consumes all
And that fate slowly approaches
Bloody your thoughts Hamlet!
Bloody your actions!
May vengeance strike with an iron fist
Claudius, your time is coming.

Putting Action to Words

This madness that he is playing

Though method does lie in it, it is not of any aid

Hamlet MUST act soon, the shackles grow stronger

I can feel myself crumble in the time of dawn

And hear the wail of the damned by dusk

Soon I will be forever lost to Niflheim

And so shall my once virtuous queen

Still succumbing to the seductions

How could your heart waver so quickly my love?

O? What is this I see?

Young Hamlet ponders in silence

Could this be where word and vow turn to action?

Players gather 'round to perform a show?

A tale too tragic?

It bears great resemblance to my miss fortune

Hamlet's actions bring rays of hope 

Making joyous even the most melancholic feelings

I shall observe once more...

MY BROTHER HATH THE NERVE TO PRAY?

His sin will never be cleansed from his wretched mind

It will be too late for him to repent...

Or I do hope it will be, but there is something amiss

Young Hamlet has taken far too long

Possible doubtful of the task I gave him

Or maybe he does not believe me

An apparition wrought of lies and mist?
Hamlet has missed a great chance

I shall make sure this does not occur again!

Thoughts of a Spectator

The seeds have been planted within

Seeds of spite, malicious intent

 The integrity of the throne must stay

This grudge I harbor will not cease in growth

Until Claudius' breath, inaudible;

Inaudible to all but ruler of Hades

Sovereign of the unexplored Country

From whose border no traveler returns

Is it not in justice, that my soul is/

Released from sulfur

From fiery depths

Is it not fairly?

That Claudius bear witness to this unholy agony?

Through young Hamlet, I will satiate this thirst
And in this may my soul find rest
The rest stolen from me...

The throne is not all however
Gertrude still remains
Subjected to incestuous acts
Defiling both my throne and my queen
Oh how innocent I thought she was!
I must speak and deter her from treading further down this road!
But alas, I cannot add further divergence
I cannot stay in this realm much longer 

The Plan

 Hamlet, thy presence is duly missing.

How does one bound by chains

Chains of grotesque origin and meaning

Apply himself to a vengeance to be achieved...

Chained to the depths of the earth 

Stirring, rallying my kin cannot be planned on

Must I show myself, in this unholy visage?

I cannot falter, evil does grip strongly at my remnants

My sentinels stand on guard just as before...

I must go, with haste, before my time is come

With intent, but in a deceitful guise

Rally my kin to stir with an action

As to message the rightful king, mine own son.

In method to meet with this hazy embodiment

Before I am taken in whole

Darkness and evil consume my most underhanded death

Dethrone that which has taken possession of thine crown, Hamlet

Claudius is the name of he who hath stolen your blood

In life as well as in death...

The guards welcome someone with much grace and respect

Why, here comes young Hamlet now

In princely attire and a downcast expression which hurts my sight

Prepare thyself dead fool, a ghostly apparition that you are now

I shall show myself and evoke an action of vengeance

The End, It Comes With A Beginning.

Fie! That incestuous, that adulterate...

O wicked deed seeded from ambition!

And not just cruel murder which did play out

But witchful wit and gift meant to seduce

My seemingly virtuous queen, Gertrude

Which now brims with a most lustful aura

Fie! O Fie! What a falling of was there

Alas, from dust to dust, I have cycled

O, the apparition of a once king

Cut off, even in the blossoms of my sin

To the depths of hell I was confined

For the weight of my sin was not lifted

By sacramental means, which causes much grief

Now doomed to walk the night a certain term

And for the day confined to fast in fires

Alas, I must act of haste before (I) end...

O, A sorrowful ending I do have

May Hamlet's edge not dull for  

He must act with strength

Determination

To avenge my untimely undoing

O O O O O!