Avalon

Guinevere

Born a queen in her own right

The Princess Guinevere travelled day and night

To marry the King of Camelot.

Both so young,

Both so unsure,

But upon first locking eyes

Their doubt melted away.

For years she loved him

And he loved her true

Their marriage more beautiful than the morning's dew.

Though without an heir for Camelot's throne

They were happy to be together

And ne'er alone.

Then one day arising from the mist

A young French prince arrived

With steadfast fire in his heart;

They called him Lance duLac

She locked eyes with him,

Knowing she could never look back.

She loved her Arthur, this was true

But she fell hard for duLac too.

While her love for Arthur was true

She shared passion with Lance

That she had ne'er before known.

Their hearts entwined

And Arthur's was breaking

But he loved them far too much 

To give his peoples' knowledge waking

Then soon from the castles of Alba north

Another young man came

With the cold air at his command

And the winds of dire change in his hands.

He was called Mordred, the Prince of Alba.

To Arthur, he confided:

"I confess to you, sire, my mother is Morgause

But she entrusted to me 

That I have not her husband's nose.

It is yours, dearest uncle,

Though now I should call 'Father', I suppose."

Gwen was aghast at this news.

And soon this bastard brought ruin upon them all

Arthur dead, Gwen fled and mad,

And Lance damned to wander forevermore,

Never to reach peace.

'Tis said that Gwen will come again

And rule with Arthur

To bring the world into a new,

Glorious Camelot.