Ophelia
A beautiful woman,
Drifting through life.
Her way is unclear,
Now she can't be a wife.
Her Prince has left her,
Death is all she sees.
And so her madness grows,
And everyone around her flees.
Poor Ophelia,
She did nothing wrong,
But obey her father.
Now listen to her song.
She sings of death,
Of broken love.
As she floats down the river,
She can't fly above.
And so she sinks,
Sinks in her prime.
And the world forgets her -
Goes on drinking its wine.
For who cared for her?
In life and in death?
They are all gone now
And the world has no breath.
No one would save her
From her madness, her fears.
And so the river she drowned in
Was made up of her tears.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2007
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