III. Morgause

throne. This song records her attempts to ensnare Arthur, in full knowledge of the future action of their progeny. The dawn asked not for a dewy kiss, yet thanked the lips. As thunder echoes lightnings silent cry, there go I. Our golden threads of kindred yarn upon this sacred loom, Entwine, enlace, enfold to heavens linen make, Our tie to which none can attest. Your thirsts un-quenched presage disaster, To bitterness and rage thereafter. Fear not the deed, but heed denial. In divine ...
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