The Tale of The Denmark Prince

A long time back, in Denmark, 

There ruled a king, so wise, so strong 

With such a heart and not one foe,

He was killed by his own brother Claudio!

The queen, the prince, the kingdom mourned 

“Who will be our next king?” a question rose 

Right in time for Claudius,

Whom the queen married in just two months!

She chose this bloke to bed and throne

Not knowing he was evil from skin to bone!

Then one day, truth reached the son,

Who pledged the demise of this demon.

But he never expected that somehow,

This would take the life of his lady love

Whose brother then challenged the young prince,

For a duel in the royal province.

Little did the young prince know, 

That his opponent had a poisoned bilbo 

A sword presented by Claudius,

That could kill a man in a minute or less!

Though the prince won his fight,

The poison was killing him from inside.

As sins once made, won’t leave without a scar, 

Fate began to play its part.

Suddenly the queen’s face turned dun, 

As she drank the wine meant for her son

Now that all he adored was gone, 

The prince’s wrath began to spawn.

With every ounce of energy he possessed,

He edged towards the vile tyrant 

And stabbed him with his own bilbo 

And made him drink the wine he poured.

Can a man’s life be more tragic? 

Can a person be more stoic? 

But that’s the tale of the Denmark prince

Who suffered so much, yet never winced!

Will you be pleased to know his name?

Will you join me and spread his fame?

Then say, loud enough to bring the roof to the floor,

Hail Hamlet! Hail Hamlet! The real hero!