The Mask She Wore…

Long ago and faraway a magical place,
Camelot, where wonder and enchantment interlaced,
there lived a maiden full of beauty and grace.

The king’s ward she was, and many gave chase,
but they never knew who she planned to replace,
so hard to see past what her disguises erased.

Adorned so finely in satin and lace,
it’s hard to imagine she could be so base.
Cold eyes and heart, smiles touching only her face.

Morgana LeFay and the darkness she embraced
which overtook her soul and mind and left no trace
of the fair gentle beauty who was so full of grace.