Lady of Shalott
This was it. I had expected that the curse would someday come true, and I was glad it was like this, with the sun on my skin, surrounded by the people who did not know me but I had grown to care for, next to first person at whom I had ever truly seen, and I felt my soul leave my body. And now? I am no longer a cursed maiden locked in a tower for all eternity. I am the river, coursing through Camelot, I am the sky, looking over the world, I am the whispers of the ferns and the trees. I am nothing and everything. Everything except- the Lady of Shalott.
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The Lady of Shalott
Randomi wrote this and now I'm subjecting you to it. it is neither good nor is it worth actually reading. based of the poem by Alfred Tennyson. go read that instead; it's amazing.
