I forgot my marbles

[light_lost]

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in the end, she still died.
Arwen, Mat and Rose. I don't believe I ever

Comments

[hisplusone]

Feeling a bit poetic tonight, Waverly?

It's fine. You're welcome. Wish I wouldn't have sunk so much.

[light_lost]

A bit.

That's why I wanted you to stay.

[hisplusone]

Well I wasn't about to let you just sink.

[light_lost]

Mat was already foolishly coming after me.

[Private to Rose]
You have more sorrow in you then I. I didn't want it to weigh you down.

[highcost_living]

Yes, sooner than others. You forgot to say that she was free of the shadows and the weaving.

[light_lost]

But was that what she wanted?

[ooc: Dude! Welcome. Because ...I ... totally fail at the noticing gig.]

[highcost_living]

She defied a curse of her own free will. A lot of Romantic poets have that as a theme, especially for women. The Lady of Shallot made her own choice, maybe the only act she ever did for herself. She was ready for what came next, I think. All those stuffy scholars can say what they want.

[ooc; Uh...hi? Lol]

[light_lost]

What if she would have been happier in her weaving?

[consecrat]

Accepted also with gratitude.

What verses are those?

[light_lost]

It is 'The Lady of Shalott' by a poet of my world.

[consecrat]

A favorite?

[light_lost]

In a sense. It holds much meaning to me.