To be or not to be, the question reigns In troubled heart where madness makes its claim He mourns his father's death, deep grief remains While Denmark's crown has fallen into shame Ophelia’s love, a fragile thread of light With pain and sorrow laced in sweet embrace Her petals wilt in streams of silent night As Hamlet’s ghostly burden clouds his face A scheme unfolds to trap his uncle’s sin The play’s the thing to catch the guilty soul Yet vengeance, madness, both consume within The prince, by doubt and duty, pays his toll A tragedy where honor, fate, collide Where life and death walk side by side