CAMELOT FANTASIES

Lie low in the deepness
Where the yearning of the faithful
Admiration is marred
By the humility
Of the luminous discovery
That lying low
Beneath all the layers of expenditure
Exquisite in the simulation
As the suitor wooes
Of possible paramour adventure
Is the basal honesty
That this too is debased on triviality
Loves madman instilled dramaturgy
For the lovelorn that lay
In waiting as the heart is torn
From its cavity
Formless as the eyes roll
Into the back of the head
Only to realize what was once so alive
Is now dead

~Divine