In the heart of Camelot a war wages on.
With the castle under siege and man’s heart brittle.
The trees stand silent, staring, trying to interpret humanity.
They see fire of the soul, lacking water’s tranquility.
The walls have broken down, the warriors have withdrawn.
Blood, tears combine in the mysteries of life’s riddle.
Men and boys have lost their souls to brutality.
And left the hurt, lonely masses lost at sea.
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Written June 26, 2011 by B.S. Meyers
(Original Post on June 26, 2011 at: http://dft.ba/-BSMeyers68 )
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