Ophelia's Song

by Romy Tony at romy.divinest-sense.com

My love is as false as my mirror is true.
  Only the flowers believe what I say;
  They nod to me happily all the long day.
My love is as false as my mirror is true.

The sky is as black as the ocean is blue.
  Now everyone's dead; to whom should I pray?
  I'm sad as a spirit, like ghosts am I gay.
The sky is as black as the ocean is blue.

My bridal-wreath's woven of poppy and rue.
  My song is a wild and a terrible tune;
  It spins through the sunlight and pierces the moon.
My bridal-wreath's woven of poppy and rue.

Only the willow knows what I must do.
  With roses and violets my river-bed's strewn;
  I'll sleep like a butterfly in its cocoon.
Only the willow knows what I must do.

I've always been fascinated by Ophelia. The most tragic character in Shakespeare's plays. There's no one left to mourn her death. Except us.