A Poem Scribed by a Devotee
The roar is silent now
From flights unknown
They all did come
They came for love
A tiny crumb
A remembered word
Yes, for Camelot they all did come
When breezes fair were in your hair
Your eyes the Sea,
your smile the Sun
A tiny glance our daily grace
Yes, for Camelot we all did come . . .
The Sun would rise just right each day
The moon would wash our cares away
Like bees we swarmed your nectared hair
Yes, for Camelot we lived each day.
When the curtain closed
And the light went outIn dark,
damp corners we worked it out
Once a year, with stars on high
We call to you ... dear Camelot.
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