Shall a anemic shadow,
and she a ghost, a phantom
cost so adventurous a king,
whose affection will authority by the promise,
and breach it with beguiling.
She will abandon you with her kiss.
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Arms that will authority you,
eyes that accept encaptured your own,
in another’s accoutrements entwined
making balmy with affection the place,
where is no affiance to bind,
sweetly dying in the embrace.
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Chivalry begone,
with block from the kingdom,
Camlan’s acreage will be the site.
The catechism Guinevere shall pose,
wild the blooming she will bite,
will absinthian you too in the throes.
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Was it Caliburn
taken up for the kingdom
that had brought the victory?
or was it honour which prevailed?
the accurate could cause we may now see,
then casting abroad the brand that failed.
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Oh Adventurous heart!
will be for a adumbration pale
pierced through with lady’s arrow,
when she has fabricated you cuckold
then Albion’s chase shall know
for Guinevere’s bed were they sold.
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Mist that lays across
not alone basin but the realm
now veils from our eye the view,
that blue-blooded which fabricated you great.
Then acquisition your backbone in virtue
victory shall not be late.