CAMELOT FANTASIES

Coming to a crossroads
Hitting your head against a brick wall
Just to get your point across
To someone so strong and tall
Who refuses to see beyond
Being nailed to the cross
Such power in his stance
At times held back
What crosses his brain
One can tell he understand more
In a glance
Watching his muscles strain
And he works hard to contain
His anger
Simmering with every breathe he takes
In advance

~Divine