The Lady of Shallott (my version)
No time hath she to run and play,
For she weave all night and day,
The building far from Camelot,
Is were she lay said Lancelot,
Far from any living thing,
The Lady of Shallott.
She never knew who trapped her there,
All it did was give her nightmares,
Where to in old Camelot,
That concrete building does embower,
Her beauty is like a flower,
The Lady of Shallott.
From the tower at last I’m free
But now the curse is upon me,
Now I must go to Camelot,
One last word I have to say,
To Sir Lancelot,
Said The Lady of Shallott.
Bethan Edgar, 10.
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