Why should Ophelia go mad?
Why is it her that falls so low, to feel the icy pang of the waters touch, enveloping her to join its’ depths, its’ dark, its’ death.
To be or not to be was never the question, as she never fell from a twisted tree branch, but let herself go to the frozen abyss.
Auburn hair floats, a sun in the ocean, and flowers scatter her grave, she is a lost beauty in an already forgotten ark.
If it was a sour victory to watch the tragic hero fall too, then she should be grinning widely with a hand in her father’s hand.
A lover corrupted by pain is no lover, but a shell of a person until they decide to die.
They shall fall, like Icarus, their scorched wings pulling them all gracefully from the sky.
But why should Ophelia go mad? - Erin