Guardians Vengeance
(Based on the play, Hamlet by William Shakespeare
My days of torment, recollected
I thought hope but a fleeting dream
Sheer rage, my sword stained with blood
That of a relatives my conscious elected
With it, cured, my heart will surely gleam
And vengeance upon thy fathers name will flood
Flood my mind and soul for eternity
A trapped Ghost will abruptly rest
As like my thoughts, horrid and cold
My haunted past will be but a memory, though dead
And setting aside my Guardian, deceased, restoration will become my guest
A level of honour will flourish, relative and bold
All but blood that which sullied my sword will be rid
Rid and the undead shall know peace
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