Once Upon A Time...

    Among a field of rye,

    Along where the river lie, 

    Was the beautiful land held high,

            The Kingdom of Camelot

On the other side of the river below

Lays the island where the flowers grow.

Here lives a woman that none may know

        The Lady of Shalott. 

The reapers of the morning field say

They can hear her singing in the day.

Her song is full of cheer and gay,

But she is unknown in every other way

        To the people of Camelot

In front of her mirror, she weaves her magic web with elegance.

She hears of a curse with consequence

That looking towards Camelot would lead to violence

            For the Lady of Shalott

Through the mirror she can see

Shadows of people walking around free.

She see groups of ladies traveling with glee

And knights clothed in bravery

        On the way to Camelot

With delight she weaves these images on her spread

But when she saw a young couple wed,

“I am sick of shadows” said 

        The Lady of Shalott

One day, a knight on a war horse rode

His his armor like fire glowed.  

His dark curls underneath his helmet flowed,

As Sir Lancelot passed along the road

        On his way to Camelot

As he rode past the river

She sees him in the mirror

And cries out “Tirra lirra” with fervor,

        The Lady of Shalott

Her loom she swiftly abandoned;

Her window she quickly attended

She saw the lilies around and,

She watched as her knight descended

        Down the road to Camelot 

Instantly, her weave was tattered

The mirror shattered

“The curse is come upon me,” said with hazard,

        The Lady of Shalott