Living In Camelot - Poem by Nirode Ray
It is winter here,
Cold and dark,
Frost bites the skin,
Cold bites bones bare
I want to swim in the ocean,
Near the Camelot, where
Warm water touches the castle’s feet
And shore lines are dotted and blurred.
I want to live in the Camelot,
Where Morgan (Eva Green) lives
With her gothic charm, unhappy!
Treachery, magic and myth.
It will be mystic over there
Dark, spooky, and frightful
Ghosts float in shadows,
And souls walk in fear.
Yet I want to live in Camelot
As I know warmth grows there
It grows just beneath the soil,
It even grows in haze, and air.
The winter is over here soon
When Morgan weeps, and tears.
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