Of Legends and Lore

She hidden by a sudden squall unaware of my dramatic fall goes blindly on. I ride on a charger to barge into her, remind her that I still love her, she towers above me and yet she still loves me. Waiting for Arthur? we have waited for ever. Guinevere never here when I need you. is this just a fable of knights, a table and ladies in waiting relating a tale that was false from the start? if so my heart would surely break if the lake held no secrets. Wizardry will be the life or a death of me my fate is held and my eyes spellbound, I am found wanting.