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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