Said the King:
"Guards, stop that criminal at the door!
And throw him fast to the prison floor
Tell that fool he is given a curse
For thoughtlessly contrived poetic verse
Not ever have I heard things so absurd!
How dare he utter that fateful word?"
And the Bard said:
"What word, O King, did I seem to utter
to make your nerves go all a flutter?
What word, O King, was so heinous to speak
To make thy great mind and body weak?
I ask and guess at one - was it Love?
O King, Was it the word, Love?
Said the King:
"Yes, it was but speak no more!
Curse your tribe and progenitor!
Such a word is not allowed in my court!
God, judge not my rough retort!
Humble yourself so you are not slain!
O where is my queen - I am in pain!
The queen arrives and the King continues:
"My head, it aches, and my nerves are shot
O painful memories - they shake my lot
I think to the past - to bygone days
When vision was clear - and straight the ways
I, the greatest knight in all the land
Dared then to seek my lady's hand.
"I braved the mists of Avalon
I caught the mysterious Golden Swan
I burned the Eastern Witch's Book
The Green Dragon's life I took
But all my victories were bits of sand
And could not impress my Lady's hand
"Only through battles dark and deep
Through heartlands rough and mean and steep
Did I, losing all pride and worldly fame
Choose a modest life and humble name
And when she granted me her modest hand
Not a year thereafter I ruled the land."
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