Guinevere from Mythica by Einfallen

Golden rays upon her hair,
a queen so fair, beyond compare.
Graceful steps upon the halls,
whispered dreams in ivy walls.

Eyes like starlight, soft and bright,
woven silk in pale moonlight.
Every heart that heard her name,
burned with love, consumed by flame.

Guinevere, a name so sweet,
echoed where the roses meet.
Crowned in gold, draped in white,
Camelot’s most cherished light.

Yet the winds began to change,
fate was cruel, the stars estranged.
Whispers deep in courtly shade,
shadows where her love was laid.

Steel and sorrow, fire and stone,
the kingdom bled, the king alone.
A love divine, yet cursed to be,
lost beneath a dying tree.

Guinevere, once held so high,
now a ghost beneath the sky.
Crowned in love, draped in woe,
a tale the ages will not let go.

Guinevere, a name so sweet,
echoed where the roses meet.
Crowned in love, draped in woe,
a tale the ages will not let go.

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