Darkened Memories

Arthur is gone
Sleeping with a broken sword
His time is done
No more the ancient Lord

Lancelot is fallen
His broken lances rust
Gawain, Gareth, Galahad
All are naught but dust

And Guinevere
Who betrayed undying love
A multi-coloured tapestry remembered as
A sooten, blackened dove

Only darkened memories
Of an age so long ago
Embroidered empty legend
Of a truth that no one knows