Ophelia (working progress)

PART ONE:
Princess of the water, why have you stopped weeping?
Reeds and lillipads trickle whispers, but hold no truths.
A bitter beauty beheld her features, embracing the watery grave.
Reels of memory fluttered from the delicate strands of hair.
Shining. Flickering. Speaking.
Spots of light shimmering on the glassy surface.
A lake full of lachrymose.
Dancing for nano-seconds, they hold her happiness.
Bliss. Peace. Love.
Gone in a striking shimmer, waiting to catch the glossy glass again.

PART TWO:
The bitter beauty angered.
Bubble. Bubble. Bubble. Furiously bubble.
Shrieks and moans, leave me alone.
Gurgle. Splash. Squelch.
The glossy glass disturbed, shattered.
The sparkling spots of bliss extinguished.
The memories burst into watery flames.
The foamy wrath rips at hair untamed.