Oh Hamlet how sweet thine heart was before the death of thy father. Pure and kind like white daisies. How deeply sorry I feel in my soul for betraying my flesh and blood. The guilt like knives in my pumping veins. A theif after he's stolen the money. Dear Hamlet once wife to your father now lover to thine uncle. Curse my soul that I would ever eat from the forbidden fruit as Eve. Forgive me my son! Forgive all of the pain I have put you through and let only God judge me. To Claudius curse thy lust and love that we share and alas let two hearts part in an attempt to save thy womb. To our love never more...never more.... never more! Now to save my son from harm and depression.