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!