Another Lady of Shallot

I once came across a poem It reminded me of my own mayhem Not only love was its anthem But it had loneliness as its other gem It was about a lady, who died in her maze A maze made of magic and containing a curse While reading about her, my own blood did rush Why, it would seem that for love and loneliness my entire name did gush Well, well, would it not be best to live and not make any fuss? I do live as did the great Lady of Shallot To my own stand, I have tied the knot So much that my entire life seems to be a complot A divine one, why for my bad deeds, I am sure the Lord is all put Once full of love, I now shine in solo The side I show to the world is the one so smiling The side I show to the world seems to be thrilling Lost in needless dreaming, my real side can be killing For it made of more than many a woe I shall ride my boat And allow my pride to gloat Of course, hidden inside my coat Would be my heart, as frail as a child in its cot Of course, my curse I would wait on For a curse it may be, but a blessing as well Who can ascertain that he can foretell Whether life shall give me hell, or whether it shall give me a bell To ring and announce that I am but the eternal one! A modern Shallot lady, made of whims I shall recount to you in writing, my dreams As long as my art shall follow its many streams Why as long as my heart does give out silent screams My curse is known only to my soul Shall you once or twice do hear my voice Know that I have every reason to rejoice For I myself have thrown the dice And the heavens did hear my call!