Hark! ‘Tis dagger drawing near me, Stop there.

Sharpened yet, these blades are drawn from their sheaths.,

Company, once remedying my plight,
I now see nothing but daggers in their smile1.
In this ocean of blood swims ghostly sharks,
They shall drive teeth of spectral will and,
Doubly redouble their strokes on cerebral2,
fortresses, impermeable to fleshly
Laceration. But yet, immaterial knife does easily
Stir the faculty of primordial intuition.

O’ brightest moon, show now thy darkest side.

From dishreviled eyes, dim the lights of lunacy.
The moon doth shine like a spotlight on a
Stage. Virmins wage ambiguous skirmishes on others
under the guise of false valor and pious veils.
It is where commonwealth, royalty,
Men, and women Alike, strut and fret their hour3
In a circus of facades full of the sentimental,
Milk of mankind4, Signifying nothing.
Yet Artemis doth reveal bloody hands to,
public eye, communal condemnation.
Why not flash judicial light on other,
Illicit conduct?

let my time be filled with peaceful slumber

Tis which seems inconceivable to me,
While my hands are submerged in illusory blood,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care5,
Hypnos watches no more as I sleep

1
Act 2 Scene 5, 165
2
Act 1 Scene 2, 41
3
Act 5 scene 5, 28
4
Act 1 scene 5, 17
5
Act 2 Scene 2, 49
 Faculty stripped off barren scepter grasps6.
Power, grip transcends, shatters fruitless crown7.
I wish my progenic blood turn to grace,
My royal robe, to strangers' grasp now blessed.
These claws could dye great neptune’s ocean red8,
Fortuna mocks me solely with grace of gold,
In the golden light, my wings of wax melt, glaring.
My soul, in ambitions mill hath been grinded,
From me, royal marks alien fingers doth tear.
Strings of suspicion sow Janus masks,

This throne made of daggers unmannerly breached9

With gore of friends, closet companie’s grief
Like adam, one is lured by false seat,
My wife and the witches taunt me with apples of power.
And in the end, victim of unjust administration.
Tis haunts my mind which is the loss of all things,

Standest I, my fate shall be determined,

I shall muster valor for altercation.
Duel I any man born from woman10

6
Act 3 Scene 1, 67
7
Act 3 Scene 1, 66
8
Act 2 Scene 2, 78
9
Act 2 Scene 3, 134
10
Act 5 Scene 8, 16