Lancelot/Introduction
Oh Those Silly Unicorns
I pass on time and do abide,
Waves of myths and history's tide,
Upon the shore of a future ride,
One kiss, left dead, a kingly bride.
Guinevere, so speaks the breeze,
The wind it bows in ancient trees,
Over and over, seasons passed on knees,
The years in penance they fell like leaves.
Once more my time, her savior graced,
From bond of power sweetly embraced,
Moonhaven's hope, so sweetly placed,
The life of the seventh interlaced.
(To Be Continued)
"A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves.
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight forever kneeled,
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott."
~ Tennyson
LANCELOT
You look frightened. There's a large number of lonely men out there.
GUINEVERE
Don't worry, I won't let them rape you."
~ King Arthur (2004 Film)
Arthur had jammed himself up against the door to the outside cubicle, trying to hold it closed, but it was ill fitting. Tiny furry little hands were squeezing themselves through the cracks, their fingers were ink-stained; tiny voice chattered insanely. Arthur looked up. "Ford!" he said, "there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out."
