The following is a wee sonnet I cranked out awhile back after reading (and subsequently falling in love with) Hamlet. I'd never thought to post it before...I guess I hadn't realized that FF even had a Hamlet following, but much to my delight it does, apparently. This is sort of a post-mortem soliloquy type deal. Hope ye like it.
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Soliloquy
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To live, to die, to sleep—perchance to dream.
But in this mortal slumber, nightmares come,
Which follow Hades' pestilential theme,
Turn marrow into ice, make limbs grow numb.
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The whispers of a saint or Satan spurred
My dull revenge. I stalked shy Certainty
And now with mask of madness lie interred,
The prey of rotten Denmark's villainy.
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My conscience made a coward none will know,
A mutely mourning mystery, still intact—
Now bones (I knew him not, Horatio),
Made shade by men of more impulsive act.
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The rest is silence, secrets never guessed.
Now flights of angels sing me to my rest.
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I know you won't bother to write a review for fourteen lines, but I figured it was worth a shot to ask.
