Oh Fair Guinevere, wise and young,

Music is carried before your feet,

Along with satin and fine wine.

The world is before your eyes,

Just to be achieved by your command.

Oh fair Guinevere, foolish with pride,

Your actions will be of future demise.

Caught in flight of repletion's trap,

And though your secret may not be known,

Did you know that it was your brethren's fall?