The lady of willows
On either side of the pale, blue river,
There stands an antique, vintage castle,
The bushes with berries shout around.
With towers like light houses,
The ancient castle walls surrounds for protection,
A castle, set with pleasure and kindness,
The Island of Willow.
Up there beside the window, she sits and weaves,
She creates a model of a garden with dozens of flowers and leaves,
Her long, golden hair rests beautifully on the floor,
She was trapped in the castle all day and night.
The curse strongly hung around her neck,
It was glued; stuck in a shiny, charm bracelet,
Not a word could be heard
The lady of willows was muted.
The knight Lancelot arrived,
He rode towards the castle,
Stood up wearing his flared, silver armour.
She looks out her window,
Lancelot she sees,
The bracelet suddenly cracks apart,
A storm commenced,
A huge stampede of animals comes dashing around the town.
Lady of willows falls to the ground,
All people of Camelot gasped wide open,
They were speechless.
The boat sailed through the river which rolled
like kettledrums,
She sang her last peaceful song,
However the tune had gone wrong,
She lost the track of her breath,
Her eyes quickly shut down,
The lady of willows was put down into death.
By Rebekah