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“Ophelia Awakes”

Ophelia-- Trusting, loving, hoping--she, Moved as a pawn In others' games, Manipulated, scorned Herself unseen, Sundered from herself, Sinks down Into the Lethean Stream. But I have seen That same Ophelia Stir, grow restless, Called by something. What could it be? She begins to dream She is Love Herself. She holds a sceptre. She is… Continue reading “Ophelia Awakes”