Fair Avalon, birthplace of my dreams
I crave the sight of your calm beauty

How I miss the blue of your ancient river
The craggy paths I’ve walked to views

I’m coming home soon for I have heard
Of assaults against your hallowed walls

No one shall plunder this, my fortress
Nor mere knave steal the treasure therein

Avalon, borne of my own blood and breath
I defend your creation to my death

Each stone a heartache, each rose a dream
Knights and knaves have tarried there

There may be one or two borrowed the keys
None yet has sat upon the throne

~ kei
15 March 2014