Avalon

Lancelot

Lancelot duLac, the French prince

Was pretty indeed.

Strong of body, strong of mind

He was able in every sense of the word.

He never intended to love her

Never planned it at all.

He only wanted to serve one 

And one alone.

Arthur, was whom he owed duty to,

Arthur, and no other.

But Arthur needed someone to be his friend

And so friend it was.

But Gwen needed someone. too.

Needed someone, too.

He loved her, through and through

And when she saw that

She began to love him him true.

Ashamed he felt 

At betraying his king

His friend.

But, oh, how good it felt to be in her arms,

Her fingers caressing his brow.

Arthur knew they had a tryst

But never once did he announce it aloud.

And when the king's bastard child pronounced a war,

Lance near lost his head.

Now the King is gone,

Gwen mad and fled.

Lance put up his sword on the wall

And said, "Ho, my journey ends."

They say you can still see his spirit calling

On a foggy August noon

Crying across the moors in Scotland

For his lost love

And his best friend, too.