At the crest you had a life that most would die for
and when he met you – smitten, though he would be cursed
A spouse with whom you shared a love both hearts adored
Alas, in time your fickle love became rehearsed.
At first the three of you – comrades beyond compare
Two spouses and a loyal friend, though vain he be
and irksome ’til he saved a life by pleading air
Yet from that hour it was destined – you and he.
Then three hearts broken – damned to live this bitter plot
The sear of love and kingdom lost – that were so near
Yet for a time there was a place called Camelot
– the fateful dream of Arthur, Lance and Guenevere.