Thursday, September 4, 2008

Guinevere's bed

Shall a pale shadow
and she a ghost, a phantom
cost so valiant a king,
whose heart will hold with a promise
and break it with beguiling.
She will betray you with her kiss
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Arms that will hold you,
eyes that have encaptured your own,
in another's arms entwined
making warm with passion the place
where is no promise to bind.
Dying sweetly in the embrace
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Chivalry begone
with chasing from the kingdom.
Camlan's field will be the site,
the question Guinevere shall pose,
wild the cherry she will bite,
will bitter you too in the throes.
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Was it Caliburn?
taken up for the kingdom
that had brought the victory
or was it honour which prevailed?
the true cause we may now see.
Then cast away the sword that failed.
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Ah valiant heart
will be for a shadow pale,
pierced through with lady's arrow.
When she has made you cuckold,
then Albion's race will know,
for Guinevere's bed they were sold.
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Mist that lays across
not only lake but the realm
now veils from our eyes the view
that noble, which made you great.
The find your strength in virtue,
victory shall not be late.

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