Gwenivere

Shes the quiet one, never loud or mean.
With a dislike for every beauty queen.
She stands and watches with her all seeing eye.
Watching the world as it walks on by.

No one notices when she stares.
They certainly feel it, her icy glares.
She's never been exceedingly beautiful.
Mean, she could never be.
She was bright and sometimes colorful.

She wasn't always so icy cold.
She planned a future in which she'd grow old.
With grace and health, no care for wealth.
Yet she never planned for this.

She never planned for her betrayal by her village.
She never never put a foot wrong.
Never joined a single pillage.
But her friends, the villagers it didn't take them long.
"Splash"

Such a kind quiet girl
They came to sit and hear her.
Don't cry dear Gwenivere.
"Splash"

No one reassured her.
Her fate so quickly sealed.
As she splashed,
She squealed.
Don't cry dear Gwenivere.

Accused of witchcraft that dear sweet girl.
She didn't even get a chance in her world.
They came,They sat, They heard.
And not one reassured.

Don't cry my dear sweet Gwenivere.