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By wordley Date: 2004 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.01.17.06.5598]] |
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Oh my lady, where art thou this day? I have fought many demons to find, That here, in my soul, thou does hold sway And your voice, soothing balm to my mind; No excalibur may find its home in my heart, No stone, unfeeling , dwells there In my Camelot, no dragons may find a fresh start For they cannot survive my love's glare; If Merlin could weave a cloak of disguise I would invade the folds of your dreams But this would dissolve with the sun at sunrise And leave me alone with my schemes; I am love's champion, valiant and bold And on my steed of truth I ride forth To win back your love, all I can hold And drive doubt back to the north, From whence it came, a cold, dark land Where the fires of love have burned low Where hate and deceit have stretched forth its hand And the mournful winds do blow; I have ridden into battle on many a day I have slain those who sought love's demise And have courted and loved, have shown the way To those who have love in their eyes; Yet still do I seek that one, perfect heart Is my quest so wholly in vain? Is this legend I chase just one little part Or will you finally come to me again...... |