luminosity. It is then that the reader learns the cost of what chasing colors is – her life. Through the descriptions of her actions,
one realizes that this price does not matter to her, for the Lady
was able to achieve what she had longed for. Although she perishes, she is heard by the land of Camelot in a song that haunts
the ears of even the bravest knights, except for Sir Lancelot, who
blesses her in a last reminder to the audience that the illusion
of an unbreakable wall of gray is really just a prism of color yet
to be explored. Considering all the elements that make up this
poem, it is hard to express in words what this means to me. It is
not just the writing, for I adore the classics. It is the realization
that duty is not a path that I must follow, but something to keep
in mind while searching for my own happiness. This poem is a
reminder that throughout our entire lives we will be bound by
something, but it is up to oneself to take a leap and follow the
colors that make our lives brilliant.
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