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I remember well,
Lancelot gave me 'the look'.
His eyes were gleaming.
I can see it now.
Merlin's harboured fetishes.
His hands being tied.
It's been not long since,
Guinivere's secret meetings.
That quiet rendezvous.
Do I know you, sir??
A fright'ning sexual tension.
Brother, you'll help me.
Lancelot likes me.
He likes me to be silent.
Likes me to be still.
In the mornings then,
we shared more than was assumed.
We had to wonder.
Here. King Arthurs Court.
Where an incestuous thought,
Caused more than it ought.