CAMELOT FANTASIES

Musings

Beneath a stout birch tree
The knight does live on
His spirit to soar
& fame to spread
Yet here he rests
Upon an earthen bed

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You'll know it when you feel it
An inner voice that whispers "here"
The peace you find
That sense of 'right'
Where you belong

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My cornered heart shall soon stop
In reckless abandon I dallied
Mother Natures fury proved fatal
O Lord deliver me a friend indeed

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Am I to spend my days alone
Spooling out my mortal thread
Draining away until I am nothing but a drifting mote?

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