Camelot

Clouds pass through my mind,
as smoke fills a burning room;
Slowly our tale unwinds,
sweeping aside our mutual gloom;

A song breaks into my heart,
yet still I wait for sound;
Shifting sands of time do part
the dust of shifting ground;

I feel you burn inside me now,
a cauldron boiling hot;
With fire and ice , somehow
you dream of Camelot;

Of maidens fair and knights of old;
Full battles do you rage;
Courageous hearts of burn'ed gold
surround you like a cage;

Dream on my dreamer ; Fate beware,
for love does conquer all;
But time is cruel and does not share
the loyalty of our fall.

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