Pacman portrays the drama of Hamlet.
An act in one play; ‘tis worth the quarter.
As I patrol the flick’ring castle walls
Within my kingdom, vigilant, cautious,
He comes to me and warns that dangers lurk.
My father wears a ghost of many colors
As he comes; nervously he shifts his gaze
From side to side. The colors tremble, blur
From one to many, to one again; then
He speaks. “Betrayed I was; insatiably
My hunger grew, and careless I became.
Prepare, my son; your course of action choose
Or die you will.” And as I brood, perplexed
By his decree, his colors ebb and flow
Around me, distinct now, and recognition
Comes too late – his murderers have left me
No escape. To be or not to be, there
Is no question; the curtain falls. GAME OVER.