How fare ye now, Lancelot?
Thirteen moons
and many times are past.
Your gambit played
and troops rallied—
a traitor displayed.

Betrayed,
he who had been viewed
as a brother.

But yet the castle stands,
the halls ring of music,
and the round table sits—
surrounded by the loyal.

Still,
one seat remains empty
for he who shan't return.

You guessed wrong, friend.

03/24/2003

Posted on 03/25/2003
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