[Marion Shore]

Stopping by Elsinore on a Gloomy Evening

What choice this is I think I know --
I'm racked with indecision though --
to face my fate however dire
or risk what terrors lie below?

For who indeed would not desire
to take their leave of fortune's ire,
but for the fear of going from
the frying pan into the fire?

My father's spirit must be glum
to see the way I'm playing dumb,
wandering round this crumbling heap,
while my uncle shags my mum.

Death beckons, peaceful, dark and deep,
but I have vows that I must keep
and three more acts before I sleep
and three more acts before I sleep.