I walk among the scattered stones.
Trying to be indifferent to my heart.
My ears still hear the clash of swords,
The thunder of battle.
Oh Camelot you used to be the dream of a king.
Where honor was a word that meant something.
If you ask a school room of kids,today.
What is honor,
Would they even know what you were talking about.
There was a time in Camelot,
When knights their honor did proclaim,
Yet now their armor lies here,
Covered in dust,
Rusted by long ago rains.
Still my heart it dreams of magic,
When honor was written in blood.
When Merlin watched as a boy,
Pulled the sword from a stone.
Pendragon I still think of you,
Still hear your battle cry.
Were you dead when the Lady found you.
Or in Avalon do you survive.
I wish I could ride through the mist,
To that long forgotten time.
For I search for Camelot,
For it's my honor I need to find.
A contest entry
- Honor by Lone Defender.
2250 points, ended March 20, 2008, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Damn fine piece. Can't help but agree with you...seems like something has been lost along the way, in life. Eh, I'm making no sense. Great poem.
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very good piece!
just one thing, in the 5th line, use should be used...
i know the story of camelot well, and of merlin, king arthur, guenevere, and, and, well, you know... lol,
keep up the great writes!
mike, aka jonathan wikkins
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