**SPOILER ALERT**
Hamlet Senior, in his ear,
Is poisoned by his brother dear.
Hamlet aims to kill himself,
But puts his dagger on the shelf.
Ophelia finds her heart so sick
That she must drown her sorrows quick.
Polonius hides - but to be found,
And he dies too, with little sound.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,
An unseen death those two did earn.
And good ol’ Gertie drinks the drink
That makes her never have to think.
Laertes seems to get the point,
His sister’s fate and his is joint.
Claudius is stabbed upfront,
(the sword, though used, is not yet blunt).
And Hamlet, from both sword and drink,
Into the world of death does sink.
And so we see the games they play,
A player’s life not always gay,
Bound to die night after night,
Each night to stab and feel contrite.
And will it end, Act 5 scene 2?
Or does the onus fall on you?
Will you fight against the hate,
Or let it grow, perpetuate?
Take an eyeball for an eye?
Make a liar always die?
One death, it often births some more,
So if you wish your soul to soar,
Give up your vengeance and your pain,
And let your mercy be your gain.
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