CAMELOT FANTASIES

Had the eve of Agincourt in my mind tonight and the fears which may have ghosted amongst the waiting men, bedraggled and awaiting a force much larger than their own.

Whispers ride the air tonight
Blown upon the restless winds
To seek the ears of those too weak
Too easily tempted
To guard themselves
From such seductive promise


They circle and wait
Patience oftimes a virtue
But here a vice
Twisted
Misshapen
Devoid of any trace of honour


Follow us now
They seem to say
Oriflamme burning bright
Poisonous honeyed words
Take up your sword and fight


A bounty awaits for he who does
Your name to be written in the stars
Praise shall be unending
As would my shame


For there he stands
A golden King
Henry
Fifth of that name


For him I ride
For him I fight
Let he who flees this bloody battlefield
Hang his head in shame
But not I!