Pity Lancelot, the once stolid knight,
Who gave his love to a lady he should have not.
Aching heart grows weak as he knows it’s far from right,
There’s nothing for him to give than what he’s got.
Love shan’t be easy for this blessed knight,
For here comes Elaine with his unwanted child.
As fire will flame between him and this fair lady tonight,
Poor Lancelot will soon go insane and part wild.
‘Twas morning when thou did discover
the treason done upon him last night.
Met by angry eyes of his true lover,
He was sent away with all her might.
Out of castle window the wild man did leap,
Too horrified of this inevitable case.
Two years later Sir Bliant did keep
In his fortress the man with the ugly face.
Chained and fettered the wild man is,
But broke the restrain and roamed the woods.
He rescued Sir Bliant with his bare fists,
And fled as soon as he could.
The Wild Man surrounded by groups,
King Pelles questioned his identity.
Dumb and speechless the man stood,
Then was captured for his oddity.
‘Twas no usual January day,
Sleeping by the castle well lay a man,
And whom may that be they shall say,
For none but Elaine knows this man.
Incognito he becomes,
No more is he the valiant knight.
The Ill-Made-Knight ready to come,
Until his fellow knights’ invite.
Sir Ector Demaris and Degalis appear,
To bring their friend back to Camelot.
But the great Dulac is unable to leave Elaine’s near,
Thus the knights stay a week with Lancelot.
But as his mentor Uncle Dap reaches,
His former nostalgia and excitement combine together into being.
Lancelot leaves but bequeaths her all his riches,
A mournful Elaine watches his leaving.