Now two must eat and one must die
The road to Camelot rose up above a vast and verdant plain
Their romance grew like wine-fuelled pride
And rising up on solid ground she passed beyond the magic sedge…
But lest he meddle in times flow he was a victim of this pact…
Brittania found her sweet repose…
The thought of what he’d done to her did cause his gut to wretch and void…
He knew the fate of Guinevere would be to burn upon the stake…
The new morn mists of Camelot did yield a most unearthly sight…
Great Arthur sought an audience with bold Sir Galahad again…
But then he paused to think again on Galahad’s most sacred plan…
And on the matrix of the soul does grow to bare forth poisoned fruit…
mournful cries for souls long gone
...radiator hisses…
"No"
just see me
For comfort’s face is false…
