The Contemplator
Haunted by his father's ghost,
Loses the ones he loves most,
Thinks and thinks, but never acts.
"Proof," he says, is what he lacks.
Uncle married to his mother,
But how? He just killed his brother!
Death, death all around,
They all rot in the ground.
Horatio, his dearest friend,
Stayed with him until the end.
Justice, justice is supplied,
But who cares, they all died.