Hapax Legomemnon

			
As Laertes to Hamlet the game is wrought,
Two rapiers unequal in fairness brought
 
Fate knows not the hatred that is man’s plot.
 
Two titans of old here in flesh renew
old wounds once healed now reopen on cue
 
A dreadful dance, the end surmised
 
Reason, reason, the one is called;
Madness, madness, the other calls
A hit, a hit, the one exclaims;
the liar concedes: a point is made