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When the night courted the earth in a sacramental serenade
The moon was the sickle of the reaper’s blade
And starry lace over the obsidian eve was laid;
Constellations wandered the heavens on an arcane crusade
And riding in his own dark glory was a knight of light and passion wrought.
His passage was heralded by the heavens’ silent choir
His way was lit by the seraphs’ tears of fire
But all the prestige in the world would not quell his desire;
The unfaltering champion Lancelot.
The starlight glittered in his silver-spangled mail
It shined like ivory upon his smooth skin pale
Distinguished against his raven mane, black as bale
As he rode fearlessly through the darkness of moor and dale
Wending his way to Camelot.
At the darkened crest of a silent rise
He turned a cobalt gaze toward the skies
North star gleams o’er the land where his heart lies;
He saw the distant towers in their night-kissed guise
“My quest shall end soon,” murmured Lancelot.
Then in soft lullaby he sang a tune
Beneath the velvet sky and burning moon
Speaking of love, his bane and boon ;
She who awaited him in Camelot.
His steel spurs flashed in a silver command
And his ebony steed tore across the tenebrous land
The knight’s dark-jeweled eyes were blazing like a brand
As he pursued his homecoming with an ardent hand;
Across the chill night raced Lancelot.
Through the gates, through the streets, the hoof beats shivered on the air
Through the sleeping city, thunder shattered silence in a canticle and dare
In all the shadow-shrouded windows, he could feel the fearful people stare
As he tore through the moonlight like a darker answer to their prayer;
Through the cloak-and-dagger darkness of midnight Camelot.
He drew slowly to a standstill in the silvered shade
Gazing at a solitary light above, where the candlelight rollicked and sashayed
Silhouetted in the fulgor was the woman he’d been forbade.
For an eternity he stood in sundered silence, the fey knight Lancelot.
There is a passion forged in the flames of the forbidden, burning brightly
Beneath a silken sky, somewhere betwixt heaven, hell and eternity.
In a fairytale land of come what may and what may never be
Guinevere gazes into the night and whispers his name softly:
Lancelot.
The moon was the sickle of the reaper’s blade
And starry lace over the obsidian eve was laid;
Constellations wandered the heavens on an arcane crusade
And riding in his own dark glory was a knight of light and passion wrought.
His passage was heralded by the heavens’ silent choir
His way was lit by the seraphs’ tears of fire
But all the prestige in the world would not quell his desire;
The unfaltering champion Lancelot.
The starlight glittered in his silver-spangled mail
It shined like ivory upon his smooth skin pale
Distinguished against his raven mane, black as bale
As he rode fearlessly through the darkness of moor and dale
Wending his way to Camelot.
At the darkened crest of a silent rise
He turned a cobalt gaze toward the skies
North star gleams o’er the land where his heart lies;
He saw the distant towers in their night-kissed guise
“My quest shall end soon,” murmured Lancelot.
Then in soft lullaby he sang a tune
Beneath the velvet sky and burning moon
Speaking of love, his bane and boon ;
She who awaited him in Camelot.
His steel spurs flashed in a silver command
And his ebony steed tore across the tenebrous land
The knight’s dark-jeweled eyes were blazing like a brand
As he pursued his homecoming with an ardent hand;
Across the chill night raced Lancelot.
Through the gates, through the streets, the hoof beats shivered on the air
Through the sleeping city, thunder shattered silence in a canticle and dare
In all the shadow-shrouded windows, he could feel the fearful people stare
As he tore through the moonlight like a darker answer to their prayer;
Through the cloak-and-dagger darkness of midnight Camelot.
He drew slowly to a standstill in the silvered shade
Gazing at a solitary light above, where the candlelight rollicked and sashayed
Silhouetted in the fulgor was the woman he’d been forbade.
For an eternity he stood in sundered silence, the fey knight Lancelot.
There is a passion forged in the flames of the forbidden, burning brightly
Beneath a silken sky, somewhere betwixt heaven, hell and eternity.
In a fairytale land of come what may and what may never be
Guinevere gazes into the night and whispers his name softly:
Lancelot.
Literature
Let Me Be Your Knight
Though I lived in one land for many years, I wandered very far
I walked alone in a world of my own making
And I secretly longed for someone to breach the walls of my desolate mind's fortress
While mere mortals may dream of conquest of every kind through any battle,
I have but one reason to draw my fatal blade
And to throw all caution, all fear of death to the winds
The reason is you, my lady
While valiant warriors and loyal vassals pledge their lives
To lords most kind and most cruel
I pledge my being to no one but you, my beloved
It is the silken touch of your gentle hand
It is the world that I see when your eyes meet mine
And it is the
Literature
Roman and Julia - Rough Draft
CHARACTERS
MAYOR The mayor of the town, and narrator of the story
SAM A Capulet
GREG A Capulet
ABE A Montague
BART A Montague
BENNY Roman's concerned, down-to-earth cousin
TYLER Julia's hot-headed cousin, enemy to Roman, the main antagonist
CAPULET The rich monarch of the Capulet family, Julia's father
MRS. CAPULET His wife, a nosy socialite, Julia's mother
MONTAGUE The middle-class, hard working head of the Montague clan, Roman's father
MRS. MONTAGUE His somewhat over-bearing wife, Roman's mother
ROMAN The poetic, idealistic child of the Montague
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This poem is set as Lancelot is returning from his quest to save the princess Elaine. Rather than returning amidst cheers and festivity, he prefers to reenter his home unheralded and alone in the somber moonlight, where he can secretly gaze upon Guinevere again. At this time, he has not known her kiss and is still torn over whether or not he should succumb to his desire and betray Arthur.
Written in imitation of the style of "The Lady of Shalott" by Lord Tennyson. The illustration is credited to Waterhouse.
Written in imitation of the style of "The Lady of Shalott" by Lord Tennyson. The illustration is credited to Waterhouse.
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