• In aqueous realms where shadows entwine,
    Ophelia rests, a skeletal shrine.
    Lotus flowers, with grace profound,
    Gently encircle, in waters unbound.

    Above the surface, a visage appears,
    Slick hair and antlers, shedding no tears.
    In life's cocoon, a tale retold,
    A maiden's rebirth, in waters' hold.

    To meet Ophelia, a choice to make,
    Blessing or omen, the waters quake.
    Her gaze, a cradle of fate's design,
    A journey's start or an end benign.