Another poem from my 1st book Carriage Returns

From Camelot to Avalon

Arthur’s weary face wrinkled into a smile
Cold morning air filled his nostrils
Dawn’s early mists wet his cheeks
The valley below was obscured by the haze
Hiding Mordred and his fallen angels
He turned to his legion of friends
They who would follow him to their deaths

Did his mind wander upon his fate
Or to his queen’s betrayal
The Grail Quest that took so many friends
Or did he only think of Lady Britain

Excalibur managed to flash in the fog
As Arthur led his men down the hill
And into the cold mists of history

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