Speaking With Daggers

Students of Denmark, I am your prince, Hamlet, and this is my daily blog about my extravagant and corrupt life. Please, sit, read, take notes and divulge yourselves into the twisted, malicious and deceiving lives of your beloved royal families. There is nothing pretty or glamorous about my life so I caution you, if you are expecting to read about a fairy tale prince living in a castle you are gravely mistaken. With that said, for all you brave souls out there, I hope you find both anger and fear in my blog and can truly see past my families phony smiles and into their severely wicked minds. Take a minute to take this all in for you are about to discover who me and my dysfunctional family truly are. Enjoy.  

A detailed sketch of Hamlet holding a skull and staring intensely at the audience, while pondering about life and death

I feel as though my life is falling apart around me. I want to live but what is there to live for? My father was the entire meaning of my life. He held the soul purpose of my existence. How can I go on when he is gone? And my mother! Oh, my dear, sweet mother has betrayed my father and I by marrying my father’s own brother Claudius! I cannot bear the sight of them together. I thought we were a family, I thought that through all our mourning we would help each other get through it and survive. Yet, what does my family do? They isolate me and leave me to suffer alone and they go on as if he has not even died, as if his death should be celebrated and we should all go dancing on his grave. Oh, the agony is just too much! I wish I could just end my pathetic life and die. If I cannot even trust my own mother, my own family, then am I to go on living my life as a lie? -Hamlet

As beautiful illustration which symbolizes Hamlet’s fascination with death and his desire to end his life forever

Students sit down and prepare yourselves for what you are about to hear for it will frighten and anger you to no extent. As I wander aimlessly about the castle mourning my father’s death, Horatio comes to me and tells me of a supernatural occurrence that will shake your bones. Horatio brings me information that the ghost of my father, King Hamlet, has returned to our world in spirit and is seeking something, my help. Accordingly, I go to visit this ghost in the dead of night and he informs me that he is stuck between the world’s of heaven and earth because he was unable to repent his sins before he died. How is this possible you may ask? Well, my dear friends, it seems as though we have a murderer among us, a man who has not only stolen my father’s wife but now I understand he also stole his life. Claudius. -Hamlet 

The ghost of King Hamlet returns to tell his son of his murder and inform him of what he must do to avenge it and set his spirit free

The knowledge of my father’s ghost has provided me with both insight on my uncle’s wickedness and introduced a new meaning to my life. However, this is not without consequences as I am now plagued with hatred and malicious thoughts to redeem my father’s death and hurt the people around me.  The only person I respect is my dear friend Horatio, whom has helped me cope through this tough time and plan my revenge. I feel he is the only person I can trust anymore, considering my mother is married to my father’s murderer only two months after his death! Thinking of this infuriates me to no extent but I must stay composed because in due time I will have my revenge and Claudius is going to suffer for how he tore my family apart and how he ruined my life. I will not stop until the job is finished, you can count my word on it student’s of Denmark. Your king will be dead.  -Hamlet

As Hamlet obsesses over skulls in a graveyard it becomes evident that he too has lost any sanity that remained in his mind and has become consumed by vengeance

I feel both frustrated and lustful for Ophelia but she is far too young and naive to ever understand the deeply disturbed darkness which plagues my mind. My thoughts have no concern for her now, they serve entirely to my new purpose of avenging my late father’s murder. With my plan now in action it has become a daily routine to act as if I am insane and it is almost fun manipulating everyone. I also commenced my plan with the players to re-enact my father’s murder and Claudius’s dramatic exit proved his culpability for my father’s death. Now all that is left for me to do is kill the bastard. Excuse my language, I just get very passionate about things, it’s in my blood. I must also tell you, you’re going to have a good laugh, but Ophelia is still convinced I am in love with her! This is absurd and absolutely fictitious but I cannot tell her the truth because I do not really trust anyone. Now with Claudius’ spies lurking behind every corner, waiting for me to crack, I must step with caution, especially when I am so close to achieving my goal. -Hamlet