Part Two – The Knights of the Round Table
The seasons have turned through the years
Six times since our story began
And now to adventure we steer;
Our boy-king has grown into a man.
And Merlin the wise and all-knowing
Now a wizard of famous renown
Who has governed the boy through his growing
Knew he must now wear the crown.
And yet the life of a king held great peril
Especially for one still so young
He could be destroyed by evil
His great story forever unsung.
And then the idea struck him;
King Arthur must assemble a band
Of great warriors and heroes – to gather them
From all over England's fair land.
"Arthur," he said, "the lion roars,
And lends mighty voice to the rose
Now it's time to claim what's yours
And to make this kingdom your own!"
"We shall build in the hall a round table,
And to it you shall bring
Knights both bold and able
And fit to serve their king!"
"They should excel in valour
And loyalty above all
They must be as friends, great Arthur
When to your side they're called."
"Your words ring true as ever,"
King Arthur told the sage,
"I shall bring these knights together
As soon as can be arranged!"
And thus it was he journeyed
Through lands both wild and fair
He inspected every country
And the men that he found there.
And that's how he found Sir Galahad
And great Gawain the Bold
And other knights, the likes to be had
In the valiant days of old!
But there was one who surely seemed
To stand above the others
Though King Arthur had decreed
They'd be equals, just like brothers.
There were few to say they were as brave
As bold Sir Lancelot
Who ventured into dangers grave
And hesitated not.
It was well known he was the best
To sit at table round;
More valiant than all the rest
And loyal as a hound.
He was the first to join the fight –
His great king to defend
Arthur could not have had a better knight
…Nor a better friend.
And yet for all their great rapport
Sir Lancelot despaired
For it was he'd bestowed his heart
Upon a lady fair.
This Lady was, cruel fate decreed
Destined to be a Queen
Their love, he knew, could not succeed –
It was a futile dream.
And yet he could not hold his heart –
She tugged upon his soul
He felt he was being torn apart
And began to feel the toll.
He'd pledged his life so loyally,
He loved Arthur like a brother
Yet Guinnevere must surely be
A maid unlike all others.
Unknown to him the Queen had, too,
Feelings she could not deny.
Her love for Lancelot was true
And in despair she cried.
It could not be done! She was a Queen
And he a gallant knight.
And so it was she hatched a scheme
To send him from her sight.
She did devise for him to wed,
Though it grieved her heart right sore.
And from the castle Lancelot fled;
She prayed to see him never more.
For if she did she knew not how
She would control her heart
Her soul was linked to his, and now
Her feelings would not depart.
Poor Lancelot, he too was lost,
His heart was split in twain –
Guinnevere owned a part, and now
So, too, his wife, Elaine.
He was afraid of this reaction
And the penalty it would bring
To even think of it was treason;
A crime against his king!
He loved Arthur like a brother
But he loved his fair Queen too
It was a feeling like no other
And he knew not what to do.
Like Guinevere he was resolved
That they should stay apart
And, like her, he was dismayed
That he could not control his heart.
There's naught as strong as forbidden love;
It's a tale that's often told
But it oft demands the sacrifice of
Something too precious to be sold...