Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The King and I


The King and I




Camelot is formed,
By a dream, an ideal.
Arthur in his role,
Is the captain of my quest,
The role model I must follow,
Nothing about this King, hollow.

Dreams make-eth the man,
In me, as in He,
And all who dare to be free.
Come with us way up high,
Here we sit in the silent sky,
O'er the Forth he steals my eye.

When love was pure,
As in those romantic days,
He'd show us how to be.
I remember that dream of He,
Brought to bear within me,
Where Camelot's law sets us free.