Tennyson's Lady
I read The Lady of Shallot
When I was but a child
And dreamed of my Sir Lancelot
Thinking all the while
The curse was of
Unrequited love
For surely that would kill
No deeper pain that one could bear
Too young to know fate's will
But now I know the truth of it
The story's mine to tell
I have my knight
I am his lady
I have two heirs as well
I was granted more than most will reap
Caught everything I chased
Yet still I float to Camelot
God in His mercy lend her grace...
Indeed.
~Darkling Plain, Sept. 12, 2006
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