No sooner he heard about this wonder decided to watch it despite the thunder. Being in grief he lost his mirth- Lost the pleasures touching his worth A horrid rumour reached his ears, shook his mind, enhanced his fears Based on a report of three sentinels That a ghost appeared from flames of hell Resembling the warring late Monarch Who fought Fortinbras, an enemy of Denmark. His mourning thoughts eclipsed his looks Fondness for books n sports forsook. Black robe clad young Hamlet alone Was tense for the honor of Danish throne. Again she married Claudius, the rake, Her brother-in-law for passions sake Began new life with joys and rest Which was for all a damned incest. His mother, the queen named Gertrude Was frail n fickle but not so rude. Stretched by caution, crushed by strife He cries for the matters of the Prince Laden with sorrows, full of sufferings Caused by the death of Hamlet, the king Whose love was the song he used to sing. I write with sorrow -real and stark- 'The Tragedy Of Hamlet Prince Of Denmark' Like Othello, The Tempest and king Lear It's a marvel by the pen of Shakespeare Who paints the perils of his life.
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