Ophelia by George Crafter

Crimson roses ring my path,

All fall down! sleep like death

Tries to weigh my eyes and

Take me into its depths;

Mortal sleep, to dream a mortal dream

Of light and life and souls

Who fly about me radiant.

The souls now are devils

Clawing at my hair. And voices 

Scream from where the roses grew

Still red, but now with blood

Once they bled warm song,

But now blood. Like any mortal veins.

Like Your Ophelia, I wait

Only to feel the sting

Two wounds

One life

One blood

Our union is cursed. Your very

Self is dark. 

My heart cries out, but

I am Forever.

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