Mists of Avalon

The new morn mists of Camelot
Did yield a most unearthly sight
Across the grassy hillock rode
The spectre of a headless knight

He bore the flag of Arthur’s court
No shield to indicate his name
As he approached the drawbridge guards
No indication of his aim

As silent as the winter snows
That said, as chilling as them too
He rode beyond the entrance gates
And stoically continued through.

On entering the courtyard square
He left his mount and made his way
Unto the chambers of the Knights
Where Perceval did sleep this day

“Awake Sir Perceval you wretch !
Your lifeblood I am here to steal
My master is that tortured soul
The Fisher King you did not heal”

“You did not ask about the Grail
For if you had he would be saved
And now forsooth he’s left for dead
To walk the low road to his grave”

With that he raised above his head
A battle axe with which to slay
Sir Perceval awoke unharmed
Protected by the light of day

Mists of Avalon

Mark Moskvitch

Faulconbridge, Australia

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Artist's Description

Inspired by the excellent work of Sarah Moore and her image Mists of Avalon

I often write in an archaic voice as I enjoy the flow of the words. On being amazed by the Mists of Avalon series of images, I decided to write this piece.


Image Copyright: Sarah Moore 2008

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