Friday 5 September 2008

Lancelot

He fought in vain to banish her from mind.

No battle won had called for such endeavour.

And she, his love within her heart entwined,

Safe-guarded, held, protected, stored forever.




They stole their passion: moments undefined;


Her king and lord too trusting, too enamoured.


His loyal servant on his lady dined;


And for her troth, her promise, yet he clamoured.





It could not last: the peril ever loomed.


Discovered: treason! From the kingdom banished.


He bore his life from her to meet his doom.


Her soul enmeshed with his, together vanished.

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