Guinevere

Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers, slender and pale.
The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps
Through the dark foreboding skies o’er the royal domain.
Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne
Is sipped by the queen’s lip and so gently
Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight,
Such is the silence o’er royal Camelot.
The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps
Through the dark foreboding skies o’er the royal domain.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers both slender and pale.
The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps
Through the dark foreboding skies o’er the royal domain.