Many poets live inside 

William Shakespeare's 

Poetry, imitate skills 

They're inmates to the 

The mind of him, 

Through the gleaming 

The light they express, they 

Shine through the image 

Of him, never did they 

Compose a dynamic skill 

One that'll drill soul to healing. 

They're caged inside 

His shadow, steal his

Spirit to baptize their 

Lost souls, they sip 

His intelligence drenching 

And quenching their 

Scattered and shattered 

Thought. They resurrected 

His corpse to be a ghost 

Writer, an ink server in

Their drought pipe of mind.