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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Camelot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In ancient times, young Arthur stood, <br>Above the stubborn stone<br>That held a destiny so good, <br>For one and one alone...<br>Who held the sword within its power<br>Would rule the kingdom well<br>And suddenly, within the hour, <br>That secret it must tell...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Arthur pulled and pushed the sword, <br>He learnt the lesson there, <br>That strength alone is self-assured, <br>A King must show a care...<br>As force is just the start, not all, <br>It's wisdom that each needs<br>And blessed are those who hear its call, <br>Without it, none succeeds...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Merlin played his magic arts<br>With potions and dark spells, <br>His incantations fooled men's hearts<br>With showmanship that sells, <br>The kind that seems salvation's friend, <br>Yet pagan were his ways, <br>Perhaps until his very end<br>When he, the Lord, obeys...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meantime, King Arthur had a dream, <br>A city built with love, <br>Where men were noble not extreme, <br>Still courteous though tough...<br>If peace could blossom like the rose, <br>Men had no cause to fight, <br>No need for men to come to blows, <br>To prove the best or right...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus Arthur chose his noblemen, <br>His knights who'd won their spurs, <br>With them, he strove for peace to gain, <br>No matter what occurs...<br>While wisdom led him by the hand, <br>His heart and head were one, <br>Such that his fame had crossed the land<br>From dawn to setting sun...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Fate was working in the courts<br>Where justice was dispensed, <br>Such that King Arthur heard reports<br>And he became incensed...<br>A rage then festered in his soul<br>Through infidelity<br>And of his wife he lost control, <br>Despaired eternally...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the bond 'twixt man and wife, <br>Let no man come between, <br>Else fear to lose his very life, <br>If he should intervene...<br>When Merlin heard the sorry state, <br>He mourned for Arthur's loss, <br>He wept at this, the twist of Fate, <br>As callous as Christ's cross...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Queen discovered lust cares not<br>For commoner or King, <br>Not even there in Camelot, <br>Could she escape its sting...<br>For like a scorpion's deadly kiss, <br>Was lust the final flaw, <br>That killed a kingdom's wondrous bliss<br>And shook it to the core...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think not, that Camelot was spared<br>The rumours and the sighs, <br>Though many noblemen still cared<br>Despite those that despise...<br>With heads held low, for shame, for grief, <br>Their legend tainted thus, <br>One knight fought on in his belief<br>The Holy Grail heals us...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so he journeyed far and wide, <br>Christ's cup to heal the hurt, <br>Yet who knows if it was supplied? <br>Because the legend's blurred...<br>Some say it was, by grace, in time<br>And Arthur was restored<br>And Camelot endured sublime, <br>Blessed by our Sovereign Lord...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet others tell of Arthur's death, <br>Excalibur returned<br>And with the parting of his breath, <br>Was Arthur's dream now spurned...<br>But this I know, of all Man's dreams, <br>God's roses truly grow<br>Within the hearts that spurn extremes<br>And yearn for Christ to know...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not the chalice that can heal, <br>Forgive or mend the mind, <br>It's just God's grace that grants appeal, <br>Atonement, pure and kind...<br>A godly knight can journey lands, <br>His quest may guide him well, <br>Yet only Jesus understands<br>How Heaven saves from Hell...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did Merlin find God's grace at last? <br>Did Lancelot find peace? <br>Did Arthur overcome the past? <br>The legends never cease...<br>Such legends now are all we've got, <br>That's why they're highly prized...<br>Yet Christians wait God's Camelot, <br>The Golden Age of Christ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q>
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Above the stubborn stone
That held a destiny so good, 
For one and one alone...
Who held the sword within its power
Would rule the kingdom well
And suddenly, within the hour, 
That secret it must tell...

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