Dec 30, 2012 20:47
but all i do is ride in circles
round round that table
with chivalry alive
and me, dead inside.
the ladies love the armor
but can't say words for proper burial.
magic was to be my mistress
but my tongue is too ill-esteemed
to lady in the lake that kiss...
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this crown gets heavy on my head
my body weighed down my country rather than king.
I hold out hope for an alliance and heir, but sleep through tears I never knew I had.
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how could i blind you?
i would always look for the favour in your eyes
and thus i ride
wronging the rights
piece by piece
until i whereupon a naked grove
and without pause, give in
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