The curse had struck and she had died
Within that boat to Camelot,
She floated soft towards her dream,
That Lady of Shallott.
Her life went by, into pieces many
As she searched for Lancelot,
Yet the pieces were recovered now
For The Lady of Shallott
The pieces, in a box, came to me
Each one with a delicate slot,
For me to combine together well
To raise that Lady of Shallott.
The task was never ever easy ,
To get her back to Camelot,
But at last she was now restored,
The Lady of Shallott .
The pieces became as one together,
And I gave her back to Lancelot ,
I had completed the beautiful jigsaw,
Of The Lady of Shallott.