The Lady of The Lake
I've dressed her in a magnificent dress
And brought her here, in time, of
Twilight.
By the lake I've brought her
Through winding paths in the woods
She is asleep in aching arms,
And aching heart.
Tender is she. Fragile. Not cursed.
"But curses hide
Deep inside
Till the time of night
Of full moon be
A creature they become
Forced to kill
Forced to feed
A single gleam in she."
So was built a nest of brambles.
Of leaves and twigs and boughs.
There I place her and there she stays.
Protect her mountains, and hide her trees
Let peace be where she goes.
"Uncurse my Lady
The Lady of the Lake
Of tragic deceitful woes."