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Avalon

"where the air was never extreme, which for rain had a little silver dew, which of itself and without labour, bore all pleasant fruits"

 

After a weary journey

Our faith revealed

The Shining Isle

 

Where the wounded king was healed

Land of the undying

Their ancient glittering eyes all seeing

All foes long gone

Fear and worry undone

Graceful,quiet, deep browed

Long fingered hands

Stars and jewels chiming in silvered hair

As they walk those quiet paths

 

Over the water suddenly calm

We saw that glow

A light shining from the highest tower

The bells tolling from far away

 

Then with regret

Which made our throats clench with swallowed tears

We turned our hulls away

Back to the shadowed mortal land

Where the armies of the night

Struggle in unending battle

Broken plains strewn with bodies

Where the grey faceless men hold weapons

Dark with power

 

We always knew

Deep Down

This is the place

Where we belong

Where we belong

 

Avalon

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gary-gibbens
Canadian
Published
Sep 13, 2012
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