Elsinore by daylight
still seems night
exit all heroes borne from the stage
of what they are
of what they seemed to be
to visionary sweethearts
and the fruitless trees
now winter stands prolonged
the castle bare.
the players played
or those for whom we cared
and I will sing this threnody
a ghost myself
and whispering the same
retribution for the Beautiful
slain.
mary angela douglas 1 december 2019
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