Richard-III (Adaptation)

An 'ugly-modest' man of ambition ascends to high-heavens with vanity but may find (actual) defiance from the hands/wrists of those who make 'mark' of him...as enemy (of dough).

A mod-adaptation of my fave Shakespearean work, and inspired much by the 1995 inventive adaptation Richard III (Ian McKellen), which I hope you'll like, 

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"Now's the winter of discontent made glorious, for much tidings shape the development of kingdom(s), and our swarming strike against the target-land(s) make for rich celebrity, and myself cast as its ruthless marshal of chess, but for what but for more pyramids of inventive powers and charms of Romanticism for the bards and social media (Facebook) culture tarts and things" (Richard of Gloucester).

For how'd Richard ascend to the throne, murder his rival-twin Clarence, dispose of the crowned-king following of disposed rival land(s) and married the king's widow (Lady Neville) and quickly 'assumed' the magic-charms of vanities and all that God allows for unchecked ambitions, checked by contrition, but not for Richard who'd been named Richard III, for his own legion of cyber-fanfare writing anime-worshipers (of a Hell-bell)?

RICHARD: Scorn for poison but for an ex-celebrity general for treason, you make claim?

TYRELL: Me but your loyal killer of rival-chair and bad-braids for English mannerism, sir.
RICHARD: Good, sir; you're become to my arms in bread/fruit and the banks of Hell (ha).
TYRELL: We've become the absinthe diner-table for world-exchange fortune-interest, sir?
RICHARD: For good tidings in vanities, unchecked by manmade bureaucracy-readings, ok.
TYRELL: Modern times call for modern method, and Lady Anne is your ring, sir lord.
RICHARD: Good, sir; seems we've made for a high-handshake in consort-evil(s) for God!
TYRELL: Richard III...man of absinthe.

Richard did bloody-murder his own twin-relation (Clarence) and marry the died King's widow-wife (Lady Anne) and had become the visage of requited vanities for kingdom-bells and Hell's mouth (wow). Was this a tale of incomplete-distances to the margins of consequence for field goals in unsporting social networks (for English matter)?

LADY ANNE: A suburban townhouse on the outskirts of London, my husband.

RICHARD: Me thinks you mean to deface the value of a real estate, for bread/fruit, lady.

LADY ANNE: I might commit suicide in here...perchance with your (owned) absinthe.

RICHARD: Good words for bad housing, my fair-lady of fortunes won...or lost (wow).

LADY ANNE: There's only 1/2-chance you see me once-more for Facebook-pokes (house).

RICHARD: Nay (I'm king now)...I'm into the Facebook like.

Perchance the fair human witness to such a darkened tale of kingdoms of men may seek a right-window of magical omens, and it did come, for Richard III, in the form of a castle-keep English mad-housekeeper who earnestly insisted to offer special bad handshake commentary for Richard's evil ascension, perhaps a messenger of the frailty of fertilization(s) in (simplified) 'dowry' social media image/fiction (sure).

HENRY: Sufficiency in microfiche-info for this bad-Richard requiring ousting at last?
ELIZABETH: You're the gallant one, axes-ally; for Richard did bloody-murder all!
HENRY: Even your fair-brother, the disposed King, and did take Lady Anne for wife?
ELIZEBETH: She committed suicide; declared treason; find the library-IQ for revenge!

HENRY: Good reading, my queen-of-heart.

"Can't we all just get along...?" was the eerily stupid inquiry offered by a riot-master in this new age of Earthling-sadness (or madness!), and it echoed the storming vengeance-face of Elizabeth's recruited 'force' to usurp the ugly (even hideous) English kingdom/throne of the calculating (and bureaucratic!) Richard. Perchance this made for some bread/fruit in the halls of anarchy, and echoed some street-noise as premonition for the walls of oligarchy (for all!).

Triumphant soldier-prince Henry did make 'toast' of his micro-celebrity miracle following the defeat of Richard III with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) alongside his new throne-strengthening aide-of-heaven, Elizabeth (herself).

HENRY: I stared into Richard's eye, and he fell-to-death, and I did think bread-to-sigh!
ELIZABETH: Goodly memoir, for a gallant-deed of English-chess; earned bread/fruit.

HENRY: Thanx (for all).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)