Claudius

Night is kidding us, as always -
What a weird one to pree
Walks in rounds in the hallways
Tugging at the tapestry,

Knitting brows - "Epidemic!" -
Shrugging shoulders, clenching jaws...
He's your king, oh men of Denmark,
Turn away your poky nose!

What's on mind? Escape, a sort of -
All the servants petty thieves -
And the last one of the court to
Stay when everyone deceives.

All the young man fails to shear
Will the aging lady lapse;
Only poison in the ear
Seems enough to fill the gaps.

Early morning, fellows shaking,
"Someone has to turn the page!"
You shall pay the due painstaking
To the jolly on the stage.

Desolate is left his post,
Guardian angel on the right.
Darker than a wraith and ghost
Is the one to die tonight.

On the ruins of a disaster
Cats are rolling woolen balls,
Flying dust of alabaster,
Falling curtains, doors in walls.

Blind as heroes, mad as demons,
None can figure what's the cause.
Know your king, oh men of Denmark, -
You slept tighter when he was!


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