He knew what it would mean
Turning back from choice assignment
Riding through mist, across frosty bridge
The consequences significant…
Everything he’d studied, sweated for
Childhood dream he had aspired to…
But he’d counted well and long the cost
And some things were worth
Losing all else for.
Too many times he’d ridden past her
Window, gazed as she worked busily
On yet another tapestry…essentially
Imprisoned—isolated, shunned by
Townsfolk whose shallow minds
Captured nothing about the girl
With complex spirit, beauty.
He’d observed soul’s sorrow tinting
Smile she offered when he briefly
Stopped, bowed before her on one knee…
The Lady of Shalott.
This day, he’d take them both away…
Break curse which kept her bound
To garret gloom…and prevented her
From stealing path to fairest Camelot.
His once desired prize now lost, but not…
Better trade claimed heart…for love, he’d
Yielded Round Table, Court of Camelot.
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