The gulf was impossible, with a devil’s hunger
to bring the knight down. The only way
to fathom the eddies was imagining a dark enchantment.
The way across was a single sword.
The outsize blade bound the two banks
with layered steel and edges that parsed the bluffing
wind. Lions hunched on the other side.
Dauntless, Lancelot pulled off the armor
from his hands and feet for a better grip
to close the gap, all to save the queen.
His bloody wounds would not stop him,
nor would the beasts. His courage broke the spell.
It made a lizard of the lions and left this hell
to be buried again.
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