CAMELOT FANTASIES

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.

Clouds covered skies
Aphotic for ones eyes
Listening to the wolves out in the field
Holding my sword in one hand, the other my shield
Been waiting for the appearance of my king
Watching the moon glare off my signet ring
Needing to care for the castle
I don't regard it as a hassle
Just missing you
Kissing you
I miss your touch
I'm not asking much
Make your presence known
Feeling forsaken
Outgrown

~Divine