Letter to Guinevere

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I came, not as thunderous triumph that shakes your fame Hide away, not blatantly invade your palace of mirrors You’re not to blame, but I’m the one who’s always in frame Walk away, does it make you see any clearer? Lance has a name, but now it’s in blue flame You have a million chances to aim, maybe you thought he’d be too easy to tame

Trinity between us is not holy, it mauls us slowly There’s no jester gesture, they’re all somber Lance should come to the tavern, he’s been too long in the cavern Hail to the king, he’s not someone you want to sting We’re not a summer fling, it might lead to a deeper thing