RicksCafe

Hamlet's Prayer I pray for those destroyed by wolf, Or ripped apart by hell-born wight, That onto those done in with dream, Be each day swift and swifter night. But main I think on Albion, And every soul once lost at sea, That all those murdered most for love In their orisons treat for me.

Don't dream with me this open bed. We never slept to spend repose, These blankets tossed our mangled hopes. As we were bent, now bends the rose. Each garden night you walked with me, This pillow was our narrow dream. These never were the sheets of love - Let parting be their final theme.