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deliciously enchanted

that is exactly what you must be

sweet but slighted dearest Iron heart

bearer of such spirited provoking thoughts

your very soul's fiber and doubtless great

character

must surely burn together with an intensity that

could much too easily be misconstrued

so continue

fill my rapid hungry mind

with the timeless dramatic wonder of your over-

flowing banquet of rapier-like-candor

for though I am quite startlingly ignorant of

your talented yet tripping tongue

still

I am a most gracious yet humble diner at your

daring bountiful feast

your lengthy rants of disgruntled fury

over the injustice of a barbaric death in concern

to your dear stately father

plague my more tender sentiments

as I can only fail to imagine how one could even

begin to adequately plumb the foulest murky depths

of your vast inner pain

my own flaws

they become chillingly cloaked in the icy rich folds

of your almost other-worldliness perfection

still today

few can wrench themselves and weep as magnificently

to the very pores of their own self viewed ghastly

soul

unlike you

in your mannerly determination and so carefully

focused ruse of complete and utter madness

you wear rather well

the cloth of your gilded grief

though so unfashionably close to your royal breast

yet on you it is far far finer than any finery

made

though one must confess

that you almost too blithely

parade your charmingly tortured princely carriage

gait and barbed wit about ever so gracefully before

the oblivious dark and aggravating doom

the twilight's bitter twisting to a horrific blood

spilling angry end of incredible tragedy

teeters ever fearfully your graceful over confidant

way

yet its only those of us in full unobstructed view
(the audience)

who for tell and witness

the excruciating haste of your magnificent royal

fall

and your beautifully defiant death brings clear

concluded reason

into one's more logical mind

but its the tenderest heart so terrifically torn

by the plays final throbbing deep disappointment
to the previous crescendo

that questions the writer's sense of fairness

upon having let your great but needless death to be

seen through to its perilous climactic conclusion

so

for the much dreaded moment

we must bade you goodnight

and yes indeed goodbye

sweetest yet fair but oh so vocal Prince

may the  angels bear our saddened tears until they

are no more

as away with your precious spirit they fly

up to the cheerful pedestal of thine divine maker's feet

God's speed to you

dearest sweet tragic Hamlet

may you live long and longer still

well within the unlocked cage of our fiercely fluttering  hearts

as many, because of you

live all the more passionately

to each his very own cold end

whether it was a bitter one or not......

Melissa

(written in the summer of 96 or 97 ,

inspired by the Kenneth Brannagh movie adaptation

of Hamlet.)