Ophelia

Skipping like a deer young, on dirt and grass

She prances from the castle, down the knoll

Laughing and chanting like a cheerful lass

Dancing, singing with her beauty and all

Trekking the expanse once she never could

A tree past left and through a road down South

Away from the prairie to hedge of wood

Over the lath bridge above the river’s mouth

When her eyes had met what’s below her gown

There and then she had seen the glass that streams

A mirror reflecting her floral crown

An abyss of thought at the end of dreams

To have lost a father was her frailty

Alas her wits, her mind, could no more bear

With a little push and by gravity

A splash of brook water dampen the air

Her body sinks slowly, her life apace

To the muddy bed of the waterway

Deeper and deeper in Death’s embrace

With her diadem of flowers she lay