Author's Note/Disclaimer: Here's a poem I wrote for my British Literature class about Ophelia. I'm not a big fan of Shakespeare, but I liked this poem enough to post it. I don't own Hamlet or any characters. My name is not Shakespeare or theatre.
*S. Snowflake
Ophelia
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Ophelia, my lover the most fowl
Know that my rejections are but a scowl
Upon the face of inner madness. Love
Does not change; nothing on earth, or above
Or below can change its strange course. How cruel
The world is! I'm playing the vengeful fool
And my uncle, the hunter, now the prey
To the true heir; there'll be revenge today!
So, come with me, my lover oh so sad,
With these frights past, we'll be forever glad.