Ophelia Poem by Angela Cox

Ophelia floated along the riverbank as she was singing songs.
She was picking flowers while gazing at swans.
She got carried away and was unaware of her impending death.
She was enchanted by beauty till her last breath.
I hear the prince was solemn and that he wept.
He wished to have been near- and to protect.
Now he is forlorn and out of breath.
For Ophelia was pulled to the bottom
- She suffered a muddy death.