Avalon Poem by Raleigh Jagt

There I was, broken down and destroyed
My hand on the steel of the blade, about to
End a life of misery and despair, when
A breath of life, cutting through the pain,
Chased away the imperfect memory
Persuaded me to let go of the knife
Shook me awake, brought me back from the edge of death
Where I had been teetering for quite some time
Closer and closer to the edge with each rock
Your voice, your impeccable beauty, stopped my hand,
Froze my mind, for never had I seen
Such picturesque grace, such flawless shine
From any friend of mine.
None can match your warm, welcoming glow,
Your angelic voice, and wise eyes that hold answers
That men have searched for since the start of time.
May your life forever be blessed
Will you be with me? It's your choice
The time has come to ask you the very question
That others fear to ask you:
Could you ever be the one to heal
Such a dessicated soul
And would you ever see yourself, a visiting angel,
With one that has so many flaws?
Look into my eyes, search your soul, and answer:
Could you, the Keys to Avalon,
Ever be with me?