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1 Lancelot And Guinevere
Dark hollows, moons way walk the wood,
Hand to hand in chill fear they embrace,
Dark sky the face of doom our needs regret.
Till time come again we in separate ways don our hoods,
Down forgotten ways to steal in shadows with out a trace.
Lady fair this one touch would take,
Knight the words and kiss to whom he shares,
Beneath the sky of man the drone of souls pours out.
Tight the mass of bodies sway, as in a storm wracked lake,
The need they speak with out words the bodies bear.
Eyes glow the ladies face under light of dew,
Sway the need of flesh held by tight drawn cord,
Hands her need cries out to knight to night.
Her lovers caress cold and rare comes one to few,
In darkness of wine and time her soul will this moment horde.
Closer sway the dame her locks lay broken upon her brow,
Eye Smokey desire, burns up from with in,
Sent of blood boils deep out the pours.
Lips her face the canvas burn only for him now,
Cares thrown away, they hunger only now for this moment of stolen sin.
Soft the flesh of velvet dress of must luscious red,
Worn in honor of he that bears the mark, want, her need,
Born high his trust and passions grow under badge of clan to see.
Ladies lord the eyes question why, thus wonder of things sly yet un-said,
Still the dance goes undeclared of lady and knights growing seed.
Press now these lips of wine too like silken bliss,
Arms enfold to safeties need like iron bars caress,
The melted will her body sighs, of battles never fought.
Under oak by waterside now consumed the stolen kiss,
Left to fall were it may, bonds of shame, now discarded dress.
Turn now this page to night of love and broken hour of fate,
That gift of song to lord of lady her request aside set,
His shame found wanting words to few to amend the pain her heart
Blind the eyes of he that takes and never gift found ever come to late
Upon her knight tears now she lays his shoulder all regret.
Of night of dance in memories sake the flexuous witches way to view,
Her knight this night enthralled to two that weave and steal the strong,
The moon will raise her face to hide and claim his soul unbound.
To Him is said of her these words I shall only this spell weave on you,
In his words still unspoken threw kisses, he has loved only her all along.
