Guinevere
Yon knight in shining armour, upon his mighty steed, has stole the heart of yon fair lady, for both they are in need. He rides through all the night, upon his sacred quest, fighting off the demons, that would have their perfect way. He hears a cry for help, his lady in distress, he draws his mighty sword, to cut the enemy down. But he always knew, he was cursed and blessed, and that yon fair lady, could never be his own.
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