BEING KAREN

One day, after the countless retellings under the turn of the stars and the unfathomable winds of time and space, beneath the venerable oaks, (because the tale is always being told) the Lady will rise from the lake, and wield the sword herself, high above her head, arm stretched and strong, and she will say - no, this I do not give. Never again. Countless times you have come to me and I have gifted you this which is priceless. (oh the making of it, I still feel that in my bon