Gwenhwyfar
The fallen angel passes through,
her lovely wings were gold of hue,
the soft beauty in her face,
shined out all the other's deep discrace
The way she walked was with pride,
her slender hips swaying side to side,
the world bowed down at her feet,
her innocent eyes held no deceit
Her name, it is said, is Gwenhwyfar,
In Camelot, she's fairest there
King Arther's wife to this day,
but will she always stay that way?
For Lancelet's hand shall always beckon,
His love, no soul can reckon,
she loved the darkness in his eyes,
he had held darkness but held no lies
But Gwenhwyfar was not the only one
To whom the men looked to for fun,
Morgause had many a son,
but I think Morgaine's the beautiful one