Remix Activity

Create an original poem of 8 lines that is about 50% Hamlet and 50% Thriller.  You can mix phrases, sentences, or lines. 



 Hamlet Act 3, Scene 2
 Thriller Lyrics

Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
How in my words soever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!




 

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination, girl!
But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight.    





This activity was part of a contest held for ISTE 2010


The winner gets a free copy of Student-Powered Podcasting (ISTE, 2009).  Please add your remix below.   A winner will be announced on July 15 (Contest Closed, but please feel free to try the activity).



The winner is...

"Tis now the very witching time of night
under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart
when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
you try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
contagion to this world, now could I drink hot blood
you start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
never, my soul, consent
you're out of time!"    Michele's Remix


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