The Knight
Shadows of a spell fall upon the lady.
Desperate she wove magic by the mirror,
Working the bow to spread her woken desire;
Playing with the threads of life in colorful scheme:
How she wished for a loyal knight to see her blush,
Fall in love with her beautiful pretty face,
Moments to touch her fragile grace in rapture;
But he this mischance truly became her curse.
Picture Prompt:-
I am half-sick of shadows, said the Lady of Shalott"
by John William Waterhouse
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