Ophelia

Her name was Ophelia.
Soft as she looks,
Iron was in her heart.
She turned her lovers
Into sad poets.


Still she talks to the moon,
Death was scared of her,
She doesn’t like to be touched,
Sword in her tongue
She was capable of
Tearing all the earthly beings.


Her mind was beyond
Worldly desires,
You can’t keep her
She happens,
Once in a lifetime.