The Hamlet Project

There, smiling.
There, in Denmark.
There, a villain.
There in my crosshairs.
There, guilty.
There, waiting to be discovered.
There, sketched in my book with a target over your face.
There, walking along the battlements, literally.
There, already on the way to hell.
There, in my tables, set down as a smiling villain.
A line like this offers choice bits of business – a demand for a clear “There”
An invitation for something specific.