Avalon
3 August, 2004
Author: Andrew James Ball
Through the mists,
And across the lake,
Lies the holy isle,
Where the legendary king bids his goodbyes.
The Lady of the Lake takes back his magnificent Excalibur,
And bids him passage back to wince he came.
Thus the last crusader takes with him all beliefs in the old ways,
And he can finally rest in peace.
They may have lost the war,
But they have not lost their faith,
For some still believe in the old ways.
------- Author's Notes -------
Dedicated to my Nana. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Terrie* (65.135.86.92) -- Tuesday, August 3 2004, 10:27 pm i really enjoyed this piecs..i have been reading your creations and I LIKE.. you have a very good new fresh breath in words..i love your style...keep that pen a rollin'.. HUGS/LOVE |
| Andrew James Ball (24.251.30.238) -- Wednesday, August 4 2004, 06:45 am I'm glad you like my poem. Did you know that Avalon is a real place in England? I did. I heard about it and looked it up on-line. Then I buyt the movies "The Mists of Avalon" and that made me write this poem. I would like to go to Avalon some day...Thanks again for your comment. |
| Keeley (198.175.205.6) -- Friday, January 12 2007, 07:19 pm I really liked this poem because I myself have a deep understanding of Avalon and apprieciate its beauty.You did a good joba and justified it well. |
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