Avalon

I dreamed I walked in Avalon,
But all the streets were bare
As faded scenes in tapestries
Worn thin with time and care
While sunlight glanced in every room
But found no heroes there.

I climbed the purple, heathered hills
Above fair Morgan's Hall
And in the caves of mirrored light,
I wept for Merlin's fall
Until the Bells of Blessing rang
Their changeless, changing call.

And, far across the midnight sea
Where only heroes sail
The echo from that song of bells
Began to work its spell
As destiny came back to me
Upon a rising gale.

Daughter of an elder god,
The high winds sang to me,
Summon now your sleeping king
From dreams of prophesy
And call him home to Avalon
Across eternity

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