I climbed the weeping willow so she could cry with me.
He loves me, he loves me not… were my tearful pleas.
A little sprite rose up from the water and sang to me the truth of my love.
Fear not m’lady, he is of sound mind but shattered heart.
I tried to scurry down and rush to his side but I lost my footing and fell into the river.
Inhaling my last breathe of water, I saw her in the distance.
His mother, Gertrude.
Do not believe her tale.
I tried to save your life, but she stood and watched me die.
*this story is inspired by Ophelia….and a reminder, Gertrude is Hamlet’s mama.