Oneshot.<br /><br />The Lady of Shallot<br />by Alfred Lord Tennyson<br />There she weaves by night and day<br />A magic web with colours gay.<br />She has heard a whisper say,<br />A curse is on her if she stay<br />To look down to Camelot.<br /><br />But in her web she still delights<br />To weave the mirror’s magic sights:<br />A funeral, with plumes and lights<br />And music, came from Camelot.<br />“I am half-sick of shadows,” said<br />The Lady of Shalott.<br />“Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,”<br />Sang Sir Lancelot.<br />She left the web: she left the loom:<br />She looked down to Camelot. <br />[Mangaupdates]