One household of nobility,
In far Denmark where this tale begins.
Death abounds by foulest mutiny.
Sorrow and betrayals lay therein.
The spirit of the king appears,
To all and to his beloved son,
Speaks his death that was left unclear,
No one knew except the dreaded one.
By same name of great king of late,
Young Hamlet must find the truth and all.
If not to meet his father�s fate,
He must make his own family fall.
By great measures made to succeed,
A tragic destiny he must face.
To all involved consumed with greed,
With pain, deceit, and death interlaced.
In epic battle, truths revealed,
In an attempt to all troubles mend.
Power more than any can wield,
They soon all must meet their tragic end.
