Sarah Sisson - *Camelot

I am made from water.
My birth was forged from what
one can only say is far and deep,
away from reality. Cold winds blow
the water above me. Here is where
I lay waiting for a reflection to
peer down upon my ivory face.
As I reach up with my sword
I will never fully emerge but you will,
if you are chosen see the cast
of my small figure. I am bound by
sorcery to muddle here in thick sand,
my feet anchored. I can only approach those
who are truly worthy. My white robe is driven
as snow and my hair falls back as
I lift my face to the surface never
allowed to fully emerge.
I am Camelots magic.
I am the lady of the lake.

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