Victory Shall Not Be Late

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.