Halls of the Dark Muse

A modern rendering of the Lady of Shalott

Her Body is Her Tower

Her life begins to ebb away
bound by in chains by the states
hour by hour; day by day

Trapped inside; forced to stay
to carry this burden became her fate
her life begins to ebb away

The only hope offered is to pray
sorry and bitterness solidify into hate
hour by hour; day by day

All her emotions shades of gray
held down by this heavy weight
her life beings to ebb away

All her nerves start to unfray
is she could end this she would not hesitate
hour by hour; day by day

For their glory and power she must pay
for her dreams it is too late
her life beings to ebb away
hour by hour; day by day