CAMELOT FANTASIES

Slumber sways between ebb and flow
Just as Morpheus is about to take me away
Jolted awake by a piercing sound
That grows
At first inaudible
And now screechingly distinct
Rest and relaxation
Feels like hours away
Telepathically I'm told a story
Guided to assist
As their cries persist
Unable to comprehend their tongue
A language where history consists
Of thousands of years
Where many were brave
Fought to keep their families
Safe from harms way

~ Divine