Camelot

Camelot

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Penned to Paper



In my tales of woe
Never have I regret
Nor wished harm
To any man or beast
Though in my darkest
Of blackest thoughts
I must confess
I have envisioned
A drama of tragic
Proportions

Although always
Woke with the sunniest
And brightest of dispositions

In my distant
Past I've endured
The longest hour
Of any hour
I can endure
With murky visions
Of fantastical
Dimensions

Oh how I wish
I would have
Penned them
To paper

For a child's
Imaginings
Are brilliant
To behold

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