Ophelia

The frown of beautiful lips.

A small rustle of wings.

The crow acts as a guard.

Among the foliage;

pale ophelia, beautiful as snow;

lies undisturbed.

Tall grass lean over her wide eyes.

The flowers that she picked

entwine her fingers.

Blood and flowers lay beneath her.

She no longer felt her heart beat.

Staring blankly at passing doves who know the skies;

She drifts backwards into sleep.

Reviews

[The Cute 1]

hmmm this good i like it

[OT]

oh this is very nice!! was it inspired by a picture (saying this because when I wrote about her it was haha) - very well written!! great poem!! 100