CAMELOT FANTASIES

PAST LIGHTS

How the past, speaks to you and I.
Showing how, they laid down and died.
Even those, that tried to survive.
So in luv, in each others arms they cried.
Slowly together, being incased inside.
As hell flows, hearts with each other preside.
Laying in each others arms, in a dark descending plight.
If only, life didn't come and go.
As easy, as the hell that flows.
Maybe they could have, enjoyed Life's tolls.
Instead they chose, what was their right.
To lay down and die, instead ov fight.
In all courageous ways, luv carries it's lights.