CAMELOT FANTASIES

Echoes haunting the empty castle walls
Every little sound causing the little hairs to stand on attention
A simple pebble kicked resembling a fall
Were but days away from when the veil is the thinnest
Spirits visits seem stronger and less polite
Dismissing all social conventions
Squeamish weak ones hide away in your locked hideaways
It’s time, for it to unfold
Flight or fight
Which would you choose
Which feels right?

~Divine