Avalon: A Tribute to Arthurian Legend
The carnage lies behind me now,
the battle sounds have gone:
the morning mist lifts to reveal
the shores of Avalon.
My broken soul and body pain
but I must stumble on
to spend what time is left me
on the isle of Avalon.
We thought we could bring mighty change:
our righteousness had shone;
but now I only seek to rest
upon sweet Avalon.
Excalibur has turned to rust,
ne’er more to be drawn:
no conflict will ever touch
the shores of Avalon.
Fair Camelot is gone to ruin
in this dark and cold new dawn,
and I go now to seek my rest
on gentle Avalon.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
No comments:
Post a Comment