Lancelot

By: Rose Bence

 

Oh Sir Knight you lost it all
In Lover’s plight and Lover’s call
A broken sacred vow
A betrayal to you now

You fell in love with Guinevere
How you held her tight and near
You knew it all along
The sense of right and wrong

And so you plowed ahead to doom
As you compared her to the moon
She took the guilt and lies
When she thought that you had died

And now you stand before the court
Head held high in all discourse
As you wait for Arthur’s sword
You sing Lover’s last chord