1.
Ye knew not me
As passing by
On yonder shore.
2.
No query of tongue, m'Lord
Canst let scales fall down.
3.
Sired was I nobly
Yet....
Thy Lady
Fall'st
To Papa.
4.
Desolation reaped
While trust is placed
And honour
Forever lost.
S T, 11 April 2013
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
1.
Ye knew not me
As passing by
On yonder shore.
2.
No query of tongue, m'Lord
Canst let scales fall down.
3.
Sired was I nobly
Yet....
Thy Lady
Fall'st
To Papa.
4.
Desolation reaped
While trust is placed
And honour
Forever lost.
S T, 11 April 2013
Looks like Lancelot was a naughty lad, then....
