hamlet was a luckier haunted son:
his ghostly father carried extra gold---
more than the whispered donations charon
plucked from each final ferry's dead and cold---
and recrossed the contrary acheron,
whose fires would burn the rafts of mortal sticks,
and appeared in phantom form to beckon
a wronged prince to harbor the river styx.
my vengeful hands have devoured this empty
coffin. poisoned swords won't ingest my pain.