Echoes of Ophelia

I woke to a shapeless melody,
a whispered word.
She knelt beside me, called my name,
her tears resonating in me,
blood calling to blood.
I found her possessed by the ring of steel,
haunted by the voices of strangers.
Her voice has summoned me,
I who have seen the ruin of nations,
I who have washed the blood from their hands
with my tears.
Perhaps she saw herself in me,
but as she bent to pull a leaf from my hair,
I could not escape her.
I ached to cease her trembling, called her close
to calm the chaos behind her eyes.
How I longed to slow her racing heart,
to claim the burden that once was mine.
She slowly bent to kiss me,
and as I pulled her close, closer,
her hands ceased their shaking,
her tears poured into me,
and her heart raced no more.
And now she sleeps beneath my skin,
awaiting the death of time.
She lies in my very depths,
and now her songs are mine.

~ by dsergison on October 28, 2007.