Ventus planctus caligo fallo suus
The lilies part gracefully at the sinking of the sun
The abandoned silken bed revels in leaves of the countryside
The chess pieces are moved by unseen hands
The butterflies gather in a secret place unspoken of
The birds are uneasy, the stag darts through the woodland
The water upon the pond clouds as Ophelia's fish-eaten garment rises, her soddened garment rises
A skyscape so heart-melting, the waltz of the mighty oak, captured and humoured as their arms tower between the stars and past the Plough
Whilst close by a vague scuttle of rats stirs the undergrowth as she lifts her pale declining head and sets to her haunt, run swift Ophelia
And if I were to turn quickly enough would I see her?
The fright as she ran, but she ran from nothing but the sound of the wind, to whip around her as if to call her back into the depth of the woods, to curse at her more, so the earth with it's violin can scratch at her mind
The Orion would throw down things of delightful devastation
Cast a keen eye on the ghostly movements on the stairs
And pray do tell what secrets do Saturn and she hold? Strange how the birds land on her unafraid, unstirred, in a labyrinth of the exquisite, caverns of the surreal, domain of the treacherous, place of the fearless
The sun now in it's slumber and folklore stirring fiercely
A skyscape so heart-melting, the waltz of the mighty oak, captured and humoured as their arms tower between the stars and past the Plough
Whilst close by the vague scuttle of rats stirs the undergrowth as she lifts her pale declining head and sets to her haunt, run swift Ophelia
To illuminated gardens
Upon the meadow she shall run, Frayer, face of angel
On this eve the sky is not yet black but dark blue, this doth happen in the summer
Her search will become triumphant, I pledge my soul to this
As an unpleasant array of throat-eaten foxes bombard the Manor, my memories of her are laid down and torched
Run swiftly Ophelia