Nose to nose they drew their swords
Turned and faced the corrupt lords.
For on the dart poisoned true
There fell the maid who’s heart turned blue,
And on that day a cry went on
About the maid in Avalon.
Fair the maid and true the sword
That struck upon the fairy lord.
And since the King was far away
It became once more a gruesome day.
For on the cold hard cobble…