Poem: Camelot

Camelot

Words and Image by K.M. Clark
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Pretty little peacocks
watching beautiful lies,
displayed as fantasies
on their feather’s eyes.

Let us admire our feathers
and watch our life on stage,
while our soul searches for Camelot;
our mind sees but a page.

Come now, come all,
to Camelot I go;
the dream of purity
and righteousness I shall know.

Tither, tither,
All evil I will forsake;
and never will my quest be ended-
This vow I do make:

Never cease cradling the stars,
or reaching for the hand of God.
Camelot, my dear Camelot,
‘tis the only place I will trod.

Its Virtues I embrace,
and hold them as my light;
These insidiously good virtues
banishes all the night.

And if silent death
shall capture me before
I find my Camelot
and open its door-

Then bury me
in my feather’s tears,
so I may dream of Camelot
for the rest of my years.

#Unreal #Camelot #Fantasy #DreamingOfFarAwayLands #Paradise 

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