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0 posted 2009-03-14 04:55 PM



The Summerlands of Avalon cradle soft, the Legend of
a tragedy of love betrayed; a broken heart...
a sleighted love.
Woven all about a tragic tale... The Lady of Shalott;
the Maid of Astolat... Elaine, who died for love of Lancelot.

Her love, so sadly unrequited... fading from a broken heart,
she lay down on her barge beset with lilies... soon, away to start
all down the glassy, reedy river, towards the spires of Camelot;
singing her last, soft lament...
the tragic Lady of Shalott.

And it is said, her melody... her last sad breath... away, slipped soft
far above the towering spires, to whence, the skylarks wheel aloft.
Alone, unloved... this sweet young hope... no more now, than a sad refrain;
the merest shadow of this love, so cherished by the fair Elaine.

Gently gathered in the folding arms of the soft, western breeze;
lovingly borne back to earth, to rustle in the Willow trees.
The Whispering Winds of Astolat... an echo of the arrogance
of men,
in matters of the heart; for which, there can be no defence.

For it is said, that when some girl besotted by soft, honeyed words
whispered by some smooth seducer; does believe that she has heard
some promise of true love... and so, to give herself to him... agrees;
then come The Whispering Winds of Astolat, soft rustling in the leaves.

Or, if some crass Lothario, intent on making conquests, new...
decides to bed some older, wedded lady for an hour or so,
preying on the flattery, he thinks that his attentions bring...
around the eaves, The Whispering Winds ot Astolat will sadly sing.

Take heed, when you decide to dally for a while... some interlude
of sweet distraction;
just be sure the words you use, do not delude
the lady into thinking that your words mean something, they do not...
or, you too, may be unmasked by The Whispering Winds of Astolat.

And, when the moon is floating high, and you romance a lady fair;
remember then... a broken heart can never fully be repaired.
Remember then, the Legend of The Whispering Winds of Astolat;
be sure you do not wake in her...
another Lady of Shalott.



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1 posted 2009-03-14 06:35 PM


loved the story you told...

"Her love, so sadly unrequited... fading from a broken heart,
she lay down on her barge beset with lilies... soon, away to start
all down the glassy, reedy river, towards the spires of Camelot;
singing her last, soft lament...
the tragic Lady of Shalott."

wonderful!!

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2 posted 2009-03-16 05:33 PM


very well done! (as is typical of this fine author) ...

MUCH applause!!

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