Lo, weary trav'ler passing through
worn out from your quest
and fair maidens needing rescue
in search of food and rest
or brave knight...with Love so deep
and Heart so full of Pride
enter shelter in Castle's keep
for you'll find warmth and peace inside.

But for ye knaves with ill regard
the moat shall be thou fare...
for within these Castle walls so hard,
abides not the word "Despair".
So enter all ye of true mind
your sword, your lance now rest
cherish vastly what ye find
in the Castle as our guest...

As he sought both far and wide
his holy grail to catch
his thoughts oft turned in a seperate stride
to the maiden ere met his match.
He thought of hair flowing down
soft with velvet touch
and smell of springtime wafting round
green meadows, flowers and such.
He visioned her as at last embrace
his memory held her true
and the tender kiss she did place
on his cheek, in a way she oft would do.
He felt the tenderness of her lips
and the sunny warmth of her smile
burned so deep into his heart
that it made it race awhile.
Forgotten now the quest he had for aching...
so much desire !
for what he sought he yearned so bad to
stir her inner fire.
Return must he....so direction turns anew
a course for Camelot now set
and heart's pounding when in view
her figure waiting on parapet.
He rushes up the steps of stone
into her warm embrace
they melt together, passion alone
two hearts into one now race
His dreams are met his quest now here
to be betrothed to her
for now he knew that Guinevere
could be his quest forever....