Guinevere

Oh Guinevere

Sweet Guinevere

Oh "White spirit" Of times forgot

With your

Golden hair
And Green eyes

That seem so deep
As if eternity could be found in them

Like Medusa and Helen of Troy
This Femme Fatale bought down

Nations
Armies
Blood-Brothers
And Kings

And destroyed the Round table
And many chivalrous knights with her
lascivious thighs

Wed to King Arthur
But Loved by many

Lancelot has your name embroided on his sleeve
And as he rides into this battle

The great wake of this warrior
reaping men's souls for their mortality
and your love

And Sir Mordred does proclaim to
Slate his Uncle's name
For just a moment with those lips

And on that faithful day not
one knight was left alive
In tha name of your beauty
And your crimes

As Arthur rode back to Avalon
Wounded and dying

And Mordred lied bloodied and dead on the battlefield

To redeem your sins a Nun you became

On Amesbury hill you genuflect in this holy cave

But Glastonbury is now where your tomb does lie

And flowers dont dare grow in reflection of these

Heinous Times