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In the Mists of Avalon
The Lady knew he lurked but felt no harm or fear
from the knight who watched her from the wood.
His only thought was of the lovely Lady Guinevere,
bethrothed to Arthur, so he knew where he stood.
Young Lancelot, feigning interest, ignored her glance.
Insolent, she though him to be, as arrogant as an ass!
Til the day she caught his eye, hoping for just a chance
for a truce to be called, so their enmity would pass.
A meeting in the mists of Avalon, Lancelot and Guinevere
spoke of new beginnings and when their passion blazed,
love found its true course, from which neither would veer.
A vow was made that no white flag was ever to be raised.
Copyright ©
Jenna Logan
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