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Lady of the Lake
The lady of the lake
As, or' the lake the vapours rise from the depth of still
Clouded by the blood of jealousy and hate
no valour shine on each breast plate
its legacy of passions, sunken deep and unfulfilled
They lie still sharp as Lancelot’ true trusty sword
unresolved. cutting scars of lasting deep discord
betrayal has not loosed her fastened grip
the Lady of the Lake rise like the ghostly sunken ship,
ripe golden barley reflected by her hair.
sunlight glow, her features fair
blue silken dressed, awaits
summoned to arise
, Apparition, hover as dragonfly.
For many a knight, on a trusty steed.
Pretenders, all pleading to be heard.
Alas we still await, with God’s blessing be conferred
the hero, deeds of valour, carrying the Gorgons head
to claim Excalibur, throw it shoreward with great skill
a kiss and pointing skyward grasp the hilt
claim the crown that is not stained with Guilt
As, or' the lake the vapours rise from the depth of still
Clouded by the blood of jealousy and hate
no valour shine on each breast plate
its legacy of passions, sunken deep and unfulfilled
They lie still sharp as Lancelot’ true trusty sword
unresolved. cutting scars of lasting deep discord
betrayal has not loosed her fastened grip
the Lady of the Lake rise like the ghostly sunken ship,
ripe golden barley reflected by her hair.
sunlight glow, her features fair
blue silken dressed, awaits
summoned to arise
, Apparition, hover as dragonfly.
For many a knight, on a trusty steed.
Pretenders, all pleading to be heard.
Alas we still await, with God’s blessing be conferred
the hero, deeds of valour, carrying the Gorgons head
to claim Excalibur, throw it shoreward with great skill
a kiss and pointing skyward grasp the hilt
claim the crown that is not stained with Guilt
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