Angel of Avalon
Upon the wanton wasted land
Where ash and sin interred,
Have burnt the beauty of the world,
You spread the holy word
And blooming up in breathless haste
Upon the cold and empty waste
The seeds of innocence have sprung
The angels of Avalon have sung
My tears have watered all the ways
The bards have sung a thousand lays
And yet I see the beating strains
Of warmth not dead within my veins
A pilgrim in the tombs of lust
Encumbered in a world of rust
Till the frost upon the window pane
Melts away in gentle rain
Take my hand, let gentle grace
Erase the furrows on my face
Walk with me backwards, on and on
Take me back to Avalon
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i wondered why you'd put up an old writing when you told me but this is wonderful. mostamazing. even the meter is perfect :P (yes kill me!)
why call it avalon? anything to do with 'mists of avalon'?
@ Godawfulgunk: I haven't actually read that book, but I've read and watched a lot of other King Arthur related stuff. So apart from the fact that the word rhymes well with many things and sounds nice, the Arthurian connotations played a part in my decision to use it as well.
some very good work here
kudos to you
very nice!!
hey this is beautiful...
i dont know what it is.. but its enrapturing!
keep it coming..
its nice to see people still writing and expressing..
its inspiring!
The rhyme scheme was mesmerizing, really, so perfect still not one bit pretentious.
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