Before the age of Women's Rights there was a world of goodly knights of knaves and rascals, monsters too who fought and terrorised the few. But there was a fair and noble queen who ruled this united island green and helped to make it a golden time Guinevere, beauty with grace divine. Whilst the knights of Arthur's court battled, quested, jousted and fought she tempered their spirit with peace ran all Camelot with wise gentle ease. Her counsel was sage, advice sound she could hunt and track with hound listen and charm both rich or poor knew the Arts and was learned in law. Her long hair waves like corn in fields men want her favour for their shields has there ever been a queen as grand? in Age of Chivalry she did command. Alas they condemned her when she fell loved both King, but Lancelot as well we can all fall from grace, cast no stone lest ye be next, left abandoned, alone. When Camelot crumbled all was lost yes Arthur loved her, he paid the cost seeing their enemies tear a realm apart now she is gone the truest lose heart. You see, the greatest women are as glue hold together delicate strands as they do weaving patterns of joy, joining thread each strand in her hand is a magic web. History rarely affords women their due I often hear how Guinevere was untrue but she followed her heart, gave her best never was a country so luckily blessed.