' Ophelia ' A poem about Shakespeare's Hamlet

The lady sang a dark sweet melody

the stream her symphony and the trees her lair

a song of love, agony and despair

And as the cold water reached her chest, the flowers she grasped were no longer there,

a mix of Lilies, Canopies and Ethers

Under moonlit sky the stars shone brighter following her rhapsody,

And as the cold water reached her neck, the lady lifted her head in agony

It is not love that drove her to madness, but rather the longing to no avail

And so, the lady disappeared under the river, her voice went with her, and her song came to end

But the wind caught on and sang in her stead,

A dark deep melody

the stream it's symphony, the trees it's lair,

A song of love, tragedy and despair.

                                                                                             - Ophelia