Aw Horatio, my dearest friend
Rapt within the prose of bemused romanticism
How your innocence shines

With virtue and pure intent, transcend
The mediocrity of ignorance by way of inexperience
As you weave between the lines

It is no more than “fear” intends
To bind and gag the enlightened masses
With apathetic vines

So true it is, this message sends
Perchance to warn of the ease of arrogance
That mans esteem, inclines

Horatio, my Horatio. Upon your goodness I depend
While the fallen, flail and flounder
You hold in honour, Gods designs

For you, with pure heart, I defend
My sword and shield at your disposal
As there is more than ‘life’ defines

Beneath the heavens, portals rend
What light thru yonder window breaks?
Ti’s more that my heart sadly pines

Is it the East that spills a bloody trend?
Oh Horatio, Horatio..let not thy innocence be taken
Know ye, this, that there is more amid well crafted lines