What have I done to deserve such a fate?

The stars finally yell at me, go away.

How can my life result in so much hate?

I will have brought about my lord’s doomsday.

I should have said a word to my Hamlet.

I should have seen fate’s sword coming for him.

Now the drapes have been drenched in my scarlet,

I’m afraid that the story will be grim.

I can see stars, my peace and my quiet.

Hamlet and his madness have gone too far,

Hamlet is now the devil’s diet.

I weep ‘cause my breath has gone to the air.

Please help me understand my purpose here,

Or have the stars been my one puppeteer?