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as I drift...

Poetry By: Animal lover
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a monologue of the lady of shallot from when she drifts along the water in a boat after the mirror cracks and she is slowly dying.
hope you enjoy
(btw- this is my english assessment and i would like some improvements and is due in on the 19th please help.)


Submitted:Apr 14, 2012    Reads: 27    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


My life is dwelling away,

I just wish that I was free… one day.

Since I looked out that calling window,

Fate has changed and that sinking feeling has returned -deathblow.

The skies have turned an ominous grey,

All the animals that sang kindly to me, have left an gone away,

As I lay drifting into death's gate on my watery grave…

I think… I think…

As I pass along the bank a cold breeze flows through my golden hair,

Why did I look through the window? Why did I dare?

The sky is now a deadening black,

I wish the clocks would turn back

The small flowers have become limp and lifeless,

Was this my fate all along? I distress…

As I drift into Camelot people stop and stare.

I think… I think…

As my eyes slowly close,

My vision slows,

And I die… I die…I die...





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