Lancelot or Galahad,
Tripping on my own good deeds,
Scruples that I wish I had,
Slave to passion and to creed,
Lonely heart and blackened hands,
Fragile magic in my soul,
Wandering her hallowed lands,
Fighting long against this role,
Ruby lenses long since gone,
Shattered in a lovers' war,
Shameful heartache dogs my step,
Trust is broken evermore,
Hopes and dreams all count for naught,
Without facing what I've wrought.
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