In the high tower...

by Elise   Apr 30, 2012


Passing hours and passing years,
The Lady dropped her tears.
Hour by hour the Lady sits,
There in the tower she weaves little bits,
Of what she has through the mirror saw.
The Lady of Shallot.

She shall never see thye real world,
And the cause of her death was one interesting Lord.
To her funeral he done a little trace,
And at the funeral announced 'She has a lovely face!'
He looked at the sky and asked for mercy and grace.
For the Lady of Shallot.

Her beautiful hands will not weave again,
But now she won't have to live with loves pain.
That had the Lady of Shallot.

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