The boat did not kill the lady
The fate had been written before she glanced at us
They have heard her singing, they have enjoyed the cuts
The boat was a symbol, when the river turned shady
The village witnessed what they hadn't dared to discuss
The tower did not hide the shadow
The fate had been written before she stopped weaving
They have seen her wounds, they have ignored the bleeding
The tower was a symbol when the rumour turned into harrow
The village whispered what they hadn't dared believing
The prince did not cause the conclusion
The fate had been written before she stepped on earth
They have felt her misery, they have regretted not calling it a murth
The prince was a symbol when the truth turned into delusion
The village buried what hadn't dared to live
The village killed her, her who has never been given birth
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“Inspired by...”
One of the best works of Alfred Tennyson. (The Lady of Shalott, 1833)