Lancelot

By Josie, Grade 10

Lancelot rode in on horse,
Sturdy, strong, and fair,
Hooves heard throughout Camelot
Informing he is there.
His armor glittering in the sun,
Down his back, long hair,
As regal as a man could look,
But a grim look he bears.
To see his radiant king.

Entering the castle now,
The white knight walks with purpose.
His feet demanding everyone
In his way to feel nervous.
Up to the good King’s tower
He climbs the endless stairs,
His noble posture seems to shrink,
His confidence, it wears.
When he sees the radiant king.

“I am in love with Guinevere”
He cries out with a start.
“And though I love you, my dear friend,
She crawled into my heart.”
King Arthur sighs his heavy sigh
As if a weight has fallen.
And sits in silence, Lancelot
Wondering if he’s been forgotten.
By his radiant king.

The young Queen could almost feel the fire,
As it roared up the stake.
She wondered if this was her end
Or if she could be saved
Sir Lancelot rode in and saved
the lady from the flames,
But in his blinding red hot rage,
Sir Gareth had been slain.
And on to the radiant king.

Camelot is silent, The knights long since moved on.
Nevermore do they hear Lancelot
On horseback, clopping on.
As for the feared white knight,
He seems to blame himself.
He lives a life of solitude,
Sword gathering dust on t’ shelf.
Goodbye to the radiant king.