Softly i spoke my words to her;
'Leave me my Queen, allow a king to cry his warm tears" My words slur
She smiled and looked at me, her hair fell down her shoulders
A sadness in her smile, she was never good at taking orders
My fever burnt my chest, and i felt soaked in sweat
She looked into my eyes with a deep, deep regret
She put her head on my brow whispering, "You're hot"
I beckoned her closer and gently spoke, "I forgive you for Lancelot"
She began to speak, but i put my finger on her lips
And squeezed her hand and caressed her fingertips
"I have done what i thought was best for England" I said
"And although i have seen all those i love end up dead"
"It was love that killed me and love that has set me free"
I hold her hand tight and in a weeping voice i ask "did you love me?"
She looks at me, she looks older but still beautiful
She smiles and says "Of course i did you old fool!"
"England is safe my lord, the land has the dragons breathe once more"
"Soon my King, my love, my Husband, you will arrive on Avalons shore"
She reached into her pocket and placed upon his chest a letter
The boat gently was pulled by the currents as he held tight, Excalibur
When he was just a speck on the horizon, she turned and walked away
Knowing that she too would join him one day
England would never ever again see a man like Arthur
And she knew she would never love another
For now it was her turn to cry a warm tear
The parting of King Arthur and Guinevere.
