The Hamlet Project

This makes me think about majesty.
This ghost is so majestical and so
Is the roof fretted with golden fire
(in other words: heaven, the sky, the firmament)
Majesty has only ever been royal to me –
But suddenly I want to connect it to magic.
Magic, majestic, they cannot be far away
And also so close to mystical
As if magic and mystical got together and
Gave birth to a word.
In today’s common usage, I guess
We’d say majestic – without the “ical” part
And maybe we’ve lost something.
I’m enamored of a thing so majestical
That to show it violence is a great wrong.
That part of me, searching for the sacred,
Feels comforted by a thing that is shielded from violence.
I want to be shielded from violence myself.
I want the very sight of violence before me to be an affront somehow.
I want to be protected
To have the dark evils of the world
Kept out of my chamber,
Dismissed as a distasteful joke.