A horseman rides slowly through the mirror's sight
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He's singing a hymn for the victory of another fight
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Lancelot, his semblance radiates a mystic might
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Hair from underneath his helmet, and the red helmet feather
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Wave in the wind like a licking flame together
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This brave armoured knight; raised by the lady to a goal
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Because the flames of lust carbonise her soul
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Infinite sadness or smothered grief
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So alone, but these emotions won't leave
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Your state, going from bad to worse
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Now as lust evokes the curse
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You left the web for pictures that the mirror sent
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And forgot the loom
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While you stepped towards the casement,
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embraced by the arms of doom
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Your lust brought you to the end
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Fairy lady of Shallot
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Now as you're looking down at Camelot
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She's engulfed by the dismal night
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When the wind extinguishes the candlelight
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She's searing for this heroic knight
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Wrapped in the web in which memories hide
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Then the mirror cracked from side to side
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The curse came upon her and she cried...
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"Death chooses me to be its bride..."
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When Lust Evokes The Curse
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| Autumn |
