thoughts?
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
had long black hair
almost dark as ravens feathers
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
she had the iciest blue eyes
any one in the village saw
blue like the frozen pond in winters grip
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
had the softest almost milkiest skin
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
was deathly beautiful
she haunted mens souls
and caught fire to womens minds
that caused a great stir
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
she was only 20
and death came for her in the blackest of the night
as the moon peaked above high in the clouds
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
living in the woods mysteriously
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
dragged out by the deceitful women of the town
they hoisted a rope
to the sturdiest [name_u]Oak[/name_u]
near the meadow
they spit on her
called her names
whore, sl*t, devil
the women holding
torches, not only their tongues
lit her haunting features
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
didn’t plea or beg
she looked at her little shack
and as the rope tightened
her little children & husband stood there under the ashen moon
[name_f]Ophelia[/name_f] [name_f]Lark[/name_f]
her head hung low as life drifted into the tress
& the women of the village look
they took a life because of their own devilish thoughts