A Shakespeare-Poe Mashup: Hamlet Meets “The Raven”

Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” is one of the most easily recognizable poems in the English language, ranking right up there with “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” and “Beans, Beans, the Musical Fruit.”

Written from a first-person perspective, some argue that the poem chronicles its narrator’s rapid descent into madness, paranoia, and the macabre after a strange encounter with a ghoulish raven. His brooding melancholy is the result of losing a beloved “Lenore,” whom we presume is dead because, after all, this is Poe we’re talking about.

In short, we’re dealing with a moody, recently bereaved protagonist who loses his marbles after experiencing a supernatural visitation. If that’s not a recipe for a Shakespearean tragedy of the highest order, we don’t know Hamlet.

And, with that, we present the story of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, to the beat of Poe’s “The Raven”

Once inside a castle dreary lived a family, bleak and teary,

Mourning o’er their lost king who died three months before.

As falling tears were splashing, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at their castle door.

“‘Tis some visitor,” they muttered, “tapping at our castle door –

Sightseeing in Elsinore.”

‘Twas a friendly foreign scholar who had given them a holler,

Having just come back from noticing a ghost in the décor.

He was certain that, moreover, he’d been fully sane and sober

And sought to help the rover. “For his son he must implore –

For his young and brooding, princely son who’s saddened to the core.”

(Famous here for evermore.)

But the son, who still was grieving, hadn’t had so great an evening,

And was tricked into believing that his love loved him no more;

Her father and her brother didn’t like her princely lover

And were spying undercover to their private lives explore.

They sent friends undercover to their private lives explore –

Not so private anymore.

But Hamlet got excited when he heard he was invited

To come be reunited with the father he adored.

The ghostly apparition told a tale about sedition:

“My brother’s gross ambition is the thing I’ve called you for.

King Claudius has killed me, and this thing I must implore:

See to it he live no more.”

Prince Hamlet was appalled to hear his uncle had the gall

To murder his own flesh and blood behind a bedroom door.

Though Hamlet’s thoughts went hazy and he started talking crazy,

We must agree that maybe this was all planned out before –

We must admit that maybe he had planned it out before,

Hiding things he had in store.

As months went by, his sadness turned increasingly to madness,

Which bent his thoughts on evil plots to finish what he swore.

But though his blood was spiking, he was not much of a Viking

For he thought and thought, and cried a lot, and then he cried some more.

Quoth Prince Hamlet: “Be? What for?!”

“Something here is rotting,” said the Danes, who got to nodding

As Prince Hamlet started plotting to cause anarchy galore.

He decided that same day that he would write himself a play

That would make the King go, “Hey! I cannot hide this anymore!

I cannot hide the fact of my betrayal anymore!

I’m the one who killed your lord.”

The idea was appealing and the play was quite revealing

Since the King was not concealing his desire for the door.

The Prince then scorned his mother for her awful choice of lover:

“You bed your husband’s brother! Your behavior I deplore!”

“I wed my husband’s brother so the kingdom would endure!”

Quoth Prince Hamlet: “Two-bit whore!”

He was feeling rather vicious when a noise made him suspicious.

The thought was too delicious for Prince Hamlet to ignore:

“I’m feeling fairly certain that the King’s behind that curtain.

Methinks that I shall stab it ‘til the blood begins to pour.”

And quickly did he stab it ‘til a body hit the floor –

P’lonius dead, and nothing more.

Feeling slightly bothered that her boyfriend killed her father,

Ophelia talked ‘til people gawked, then babbled on some more

For Ophelia was a Dane who had clearly gone insane

And threw herself into a stream from off the flower’d shore.

Yes, leapt unto her death from off the lovely flower’d shore.

Quoth Laertes: “This means war!”

The Prince agreed to duel, but then Laertes acted cruel

And played him for a fool by putting poison on his sword.

He also got to thinking that Prince Hamlet should be drinking

A deadly drink to make him sink down dying to the floor –

A poisoned drink to make the Prince fall dying to the floor –

Writhing there, alive no more.

They gathered in the hall to watch and see which man would fall.

Laertes hoped the brawl meant he could even out the score

But ran into a kink when Gertrude grabbed the poisoned drink.

He couldn’t stop to think on how to save her anymore.

The only thing to think about was how he could outscore

Hamlet ‘til he hit the floor.

The tides were quickly turning and it soon became concerning

That Prince Hamlet started burning in a wound from rival sword.

They made a weapons trade and soon the pair would need first aid

For both were cut by blade on which foul poison had been poured:

Their wounds were of the kind which only antidote restored –

Only this and nothing more.

The quickly-acting toxin could have killed a team of oxen.

The Prince, betrayed with poisoned blade, could surely wait no more.

Having found a reason to at last avenge the treason,

He felt it was high season that this crime be answered for –

He saw to it that Claudius this treason answered for,

Stabbing him right through the core.

And Gertrude, without thinking, kept on drinking, kept on drinking

As her son impaled her husband ‘til the hall ran red with gore.

And the King had all the shrieking of a demon that was freaking,

And the sword within his body threw his blood upon the floor;

And the bloodstain on the carpet that spread out across the floor

Shall be lifted – nevermore!

3 thoughts on “A Shakespeare-Poe Mashup: Hamlet Meets “The Raven”

  1. Marianne Cammarata says:

    This is so wonderful and delightful! I can’t wait to use this with my AP Lit class.
    Your site is pure gold and I am so excited I found you! I am sure we shall become best friends!

  2. Brigitte says:

    This is amazing! I, too, cannot wait to share this with my AP Lit class. I am happy that I found this prior to my Hamlet unit (I usually find great new things after I have finished with the units so I have to wait a whole year to try them out).

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