CAMELOT FANTASIES

Give into your emotions
You claim to be a poet
Professing your devotion
Demanding that I should know it
The love you feel for me
Exclaiming that all can see

You always appear so stoic
Interacting with me seems cold
I watch you walking away
Your back erect
Demeanour confident & proud

Subtle are your hints
Confession of your love
Feeling like an ominous cloud
Overhead
Your words may be succinct
But your actions are cold
Player viewed as distinct
Your game has gotten old
Gone are the days
Of doing as I'm told
Seasons changed
I need to fold


~Divine