Who was sylvia

Who was sylvia)Was your epitaph so early written,
Perfection and sensitive of soul.

An A class girl ,in a world untuned to her inner beauty and grace of fancy.

Was it the day when daddy died?,
did you evoke le chien noir,permanent of residence.

And the bell jar did you keep your barbitone,
Scream in the minor key.

Did you convulse and quake on the e.c.t,
did they pull you back from the inevitable.

Summa cum laude,
the hallowed halls of cambridge have no fear,
And the black hound growls.

Tempest of love,
Brief respite,but ted was ted,
time to shine and make a baby,and leave with regret most painful.

Was it cold in sixty three , lay chilled and frozen ,
Broke and inspired .

Follow and hear the howl,
the piper pays the boatman,
lay down your head my pretty,
Inhale your way across the styx.
Pungent and without mercy you bow to fate written and very poetic.

La petite sirene,
So to rest and the black dog howls no more,
Where are you now my ariel ,
did you find rest my little mermaid.