Morgan Le Fay
A magic spell I wish to cast up-on,
My husband, whom is a wicked giver.
My sweet son fairy Christened Oberon,
Magic drinking horn for ladies, quiver.
Charlemagne times be mine's own best, Ogier
The Dane, succumb to thine's rightful isles.
Safe from all, every, even some king's spear.
For none, but one, be my magic chil'.
But, magic and mortal, Arthur should fall,
Sweet Accolon comes to victory, sir,
Alas, no, Arthur hath prevail, enthrall,
Spell away the cloak of Excalibur.
My form may change at my own will, a goddess,
A lover, a temptress, for I never obsess.