CAMELOT FANTASIES

Musing on Bosworth

 

Within the depths of my mind
Where not even I dare visit too often
There is a place
Secretive
Hidden
My deepest desires awaiting

A scream splits the air
Is it mine or his?
Is this real or a fevered
dream?
Dare I open my eyes?
Face the unknown with courageous eyes?

There upon the field
Beneath a streaming banner
Warriors bold gather to stand
Shoulder to shoulder
Eyes straining in the dawn

Dust floats against the rising sun
Stirred by a thousand feet
Onward they march
Drumming their threatening intent
We wait and wonder

A Dragon & Boar shall meet this day
Flaming breath to match razor tusks
Which shall triumph?
And which in blazing despair
Shall rue the day?