sir lancelot's reprise II

I wrote this based on this old poem, Sir Lancelot's Reprise. He's my favorite knight because of his reputed mistake of falling in love with the queen. I think that this will be reworked yet again.




What say you now, fair Guenevere -
Has all of our beauty faded?
I still see your face; I have tracked
the time, your longing, the king's steps.
In youth, the brightest sun shone down
upon many stolen glances.
Sweet maiden, I wore your favor.
My dear, my cruel lady - you witch -
To this very day you haunt me.
Our joys are all tattered and torn,
dreams all gone in raven-song.

Now in hell my crass heart can watch
The years all spinning by, broken.
One twilight in the far-gone past,
I spurred my horse and rode away
to save my honor and my name.
Now I would sacrifice it all,
my shield and his crown, our thorns.

What say you now to me, old crone?
You sit upon your throne and still
drink mellow draughts in meagre halls -
for all glory's gone and gashed. Why then
be harnessed? Come with me
on a stolen ride through hellfire,
for we're lonely slaves of longing
and hollow withered hope.