20 July 2012
A mystery, forever untold Is about to gradually unfold The story of Ophelia 'To cry me a river' The girl who died in the water.
A diary was uncovered, A plan lead to be discovered, A plan of her death, A plan for the best A plan to her bed of pass.
'If I must die, it shall be today. If I must die, there shall be no other way... I shall sleep, not hold my breath In the water, to my death, My heart it wills me so.'
'I shall wear my best dress, my flower gown No one shall watch me while I drown I shall be at peace with my heart to the flowers I shall be at rest at this hour For Hamlet must love me so.'
'Alas, my time has come I leave with no ounce of succumb, I am not mad, deranged you may say, I have decided to leave this world this way, For Ophelia, this is my end.'
Drowned Amongst The Flowers • Opuss № I