Forgotten Dreams

Image Credit: nui7711/

Image Credit: nui7711/

Arthur is forgotten now
The glory of his Camelot
Mere shadows on the modern world’s barren floor
Where once a dream of honour reigned
Now only black and white is spoken
Reversed and in denial
Of the higher aspect of our kind

Blackened world of shadow and doubt
No quests call to knights of old
Our dreams are so much smaller
And all our honour sold
To the highest bidder in a battle
For fame and fortune
Like prophecies foretold

We do not wear our truth and heart upon our sleeve
Instead a mark upon our brow that we may move
within a modern, glittering, cruel terrain
And from all individuality refrain
Lest our head be removed from ignoble shoulders

Arthur is forgotten now
And no longer can return
Should he walk our streets he’d be shunned
Outdated and irrelevant
Baron kings now rule
In greedy, circumscribed worlds
And all of us mere players
Slaves and fools

(c) Helen Valentina 2016

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Forgotten Dreams

  1. Slaves and fools indeed. Nice Helen.

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