Should I make a poetry anthology?

Ophelia

I was certain you were going to bring me pain, end of the world end of the game.
No lives left, just the herald and timer. Nimbus stratus. Thats what they call the clouds that form before you strike, I'm a good associate of those and the Godess Nike. Because when there's a storm there is victory, a battle won against the Earth and her son. I want to be on the winning side, shoot me down in a bolt of electrons. I'm negative after all, but I'm postive for the fall.
So dearest Ophelia, keep me company through the darkest of nights. Bring me to sleep, your presence to keep. Goodnight dearest Ophelia.