To be Filled

Author's Note: Thankyou so much to my two reviewers. I was happy to recieve good comments, and actual constructive criticism. I will try to keep your suggestions in mind for this chapter.
One problem. I have no idea how to end this. X.X; I would tell you my ideas but that would ruin it, ne? Damn it...

Act Two: Scene Two
[Fortinbras’ Chamber]

Fortinbras


Fortinbras:
Horatio's pain seeds deep within his core,
In days past that was my own countenance,
Though sorrow's reasons differ I detect,
His words bring back the man that left me all,
Hamlet, now heavy in the earthy grave.
He greives for his master most dear to him,
But the mourner's words imply something more,
Could kinship's river run unseen places?
Yes, that is the taint that corrupts the soul.
Mayhaps a lady must take his place,
In Horatio's crevice now called a heart,
Or must a man come there again to fill.
All men know: to be loved is to be filled.
Horatio's heart is not my place to fill.
T'would be blashpemy to Love's cruel arrow.

[Exit Horatio]

End of scene.

Is it over? I don't honestly know. Input would be great.