The Ophelia's Ghost

She walks along the river, between the trees

The Ophelia's ghost

She lived in the castle, on the hill

Like an enslaved, imprisoned from those walls

From the window she watched people

She wished to love

The heart pierced from thorns, bleeding!!

Pure like water, far from the evil

You have screaied that night, when your father,

With its dirty hands touched to you

It has raped to you

Kill it, kill it, kill it

Sinks the blade in its put ride meats

Ophelia!! Ophelia!!

Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed

Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun bleached stone;

Here doth the little night-owl make her throne,

And the slitht lizard show his jeweled head.

And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red,

In the still chamber of yon pyramid

Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid

Grim warder of this pleasance of the dead.

The suffering for what was too much it was happened,

She slept in its bed of pain

She let to fall in the river

Dipped in cold waters She walks along the river,

Between the trees. the Ophelia's ghost