Authors Note 18/01/2017:
This is actually a ballad I wrote in May 2012 during a poetry unit in school.
Rather than minor edits to punctuation, I have decided to leave it as is.
It may no longer be to the standard of the rest of the collection, but it offers a comparison of how far I have come with my writing in the last 5 years, and still inspire me to continue to improve each day.
Across the river, moor and field,
Past meadow and village,
In the tallest tower
Sat the fair Queen of Camelot
From shimmery golden curl
To shining ruby eye
And her soft dawning smile,
Dazzling as the midday sun,
All that blessed the face of
The fair Queen of Camelot.
A ring of silver sits
On dainty finger
Sapphire and Diamond shine
The ring the fair lady wore
Inside and out door
The fair Queen of Camelot
In darkness she dwelled
The suns' shine she feared
The ring her only saviour
Its protection she did favour
The fair Queen of Camelot
Her enchanting song swept
Over the moor, meadow and field
Embracing the workers on nearby farm
Everyone knew the fair lady
The fair Queen of Camelot
The sweet scent tickled her nose
Left her in strange trance
She knew the animals
slept silent in barn and paddock
She needed to feast
She was starved near death
The fair Queen of Camelot
A marble angel, she
Crept under silver light
The cursed angel of the night
Her long bobbing curls, and
Piercing crimson eyes that shone bright
Under cover of night
And fair faced as she was,
She was known not as a beauty
But instead as the much loathed beast
The fair Queen of Camelot
As she stared from shadows,
In a single windowed tower
She sang soft and sweet
The farmhands heard and ran in terror
As several cows dropped dead
Although fair as fair can be
This lady's heart was black
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