A
new king enthroned,
But
the ghost soon tells his son
Something
is rotten.
Sometime
friends arrive
But
the prince is distracted;
The
play's the thing now.
To
be? Maybe not.
The
prince and his ex-lover.
Perplexed
and orphaned.
Travellers
return;
A
foreboding duel forged
Through
revenge and grief.
Lifting
up a skull
Is
but one notion of death
In
this bloody end.