Guinevere's Charm

Just as I thought that I was free at last,
Emprisoned, though, by terrors from the past,
New feelings smoothly trickled through my veins:
Nectarious, drowsy, and bewitching fast;
Yea! like some poison chewing at my chains.

Ere I had realised what thus befell,
Becoming there the victim of some spell,
Like fearless Lancelot I loved my Queen;
Aye, Merlin's prophecies indeed foretell
That once again her love would bring some spleen!

No smile as sweet to me was ever shown
As when her eyes would cross my very own;
Those looks, those lips! So often would they spur
To search and kneel once more before the throne,
Only to seek her grace and be with her.

Now Guinevere had me in fealty sing
Of her impaled lover and dead king,
Until she broke those strings about my heart,
So firmly forged that they'd forever cling
If not her charm had caused their curse to part.

Yearning to hold this Queen against my breast
To find our love by Freya's teardrops blessed,
I knew that I, enthralled by feelings new,
By Guinevere's enchantments was possessed;
O, Freedom, Freya's spells forsake thee too!

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