CAMELOT FANTASIES

Forlorn and despondent
How one feels when attacked
Watch the blood I bleed
Through the ink
That runs with speed
Resplendent is her form
Even though it's wracked with pain
Sometimes the elevation
Ceased to explain
Realization may take some time
To be triggered by the brain
How often does a poet want to edit
As they create
But the flow will make you grow
Regardless of direction
Or circumvention
Aches and strains will always
Be there
My pens ink is blood
Cathartic as my emotions
Run fluid
Rampant stream
More like a flood

~Divine