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The little Lady of Chalot


I empathize greatly with the Lady of Chalot;

"The curse has come upon me."

But I will struggle, 

brave little soul I am. 

Just don't suppose you will enjoy it. 

Who am I to complain of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune? 

It seldom occurs to me to realize how fortunate I have been,

lo these many years.

I will lay me down to bleed awhile

and then I will rise again and fight...

When those slithering snakes do emerge from their flowery veil,

I shall rise and conquer,

for today they shall not overcome 

my brave little soul. 

 

 

 

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