The blood on the sword is red, but the poision is blue.
Claudius murdered my father, but they say it isn't true.
the look upon me as if i was a fool, but i already know, they want to kill me in the duel.
I defeated Laertes, and i have defeated the king, and to this poem i praise and i sing.
I feel all alone, with no one to bother, but i have completed my task, the revenge for my father.