A/N: Just a little poem I wrote when I was bored. I had the idea that Morgaine was sort of an overachiever, who wanted to be better than everyone else. These are her possible thoughts during her first day at the House of Maidens in Avalon. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Marion Zimmer Bradley takes all the credit for Morgaine and her mind.

Perfection

Avalon

A land where perfection is often seen

All are fortunate

All drown in a pool of nothing but victory

Where one lives a dream

I was never one so selfish

Quiet and timid as a fawn

I cared not for those who believed they held the world

Nor for the beauty of a swan

Perfection found no light when I was young

Now I must be cautious

And make every expression flawless

Avalon has eyes for criticism and mistake

When speaking out strong

I am told it is wrong

Leaving me blank and speechless

Perfection leaves no room for censure

Perfection calls for happiness

Happiness calls for a number of essentials

Intelligence is vital

For skills judge fate

Yet if talent is not present

Life bears not a meaning as its weight

One must have good character

To find a soul to trust

The world cannot withhold itself

Without love and lust

Viviane calls me a lunatic

Pities the tortured mind of mine

Explains that intelligence reigns over all

Even character falls behind

I long for praise forever

For luck to find its way

I long to be illuminated

I want to be cheerful every day

Yet the standards are so high

Impossible to achieve

One may turn miserable

When trying to be

Perfect

I wish not mishap

Yet I crave to see

The others imperfect and kneeling to me

Their eyes dripping with the juicy tears of envy

But why do I feel

A tear the size of a pea

Angrily welling up inside of me?

Although I want to make Avalon proud

Avalon cannot change me

Perfection is reigning here

But will never be within my reach

An ambition not fulfilled

A goal not achieved

Perfection will never fall into my grasp

So now as Avalon encompasses me in its small world

My narrow mind tapers to a point

I may only find faultlessness

By pushing others to the bottom

Perfection has made me the nemesis