Deep into the Dark
It is hard to see your mark
Where it is hard to find a place to belong
Searching and looking always takes to long

People come and go as we do the best we can do
From far and near they come even from the shadow
Looking carefully as they watch as they seek
A warm smile a helping hand even from the meek

A warm place to slumber a warm bowl of stew will do
With warmth that runs through their bodies they fall to sleep
Everything so quiet so peaceful not even a sound from the sheep
As the mourning comes around and a new day begins the traveler wishes ado

The stranger travels along many valleys and many hills
Along the way he sees many wonderful windmills
Twirling winding by the will of the wind
As the air the gods from above do send

Walking further seeing many fields plowed
Many trees blooming with apples
And a little bit further perhaps a few trees of maple
All this work surely shows the achievement towed

Wild flowers growing in the paths so high
As though they were painted with rainbow colored dye
Wild animals of all sorts running free and around
If not carefully watched would over run the town

Coming closer to the castle people all walking around with smiles
Working doing chores one would think they walked on for miles
Music playing softly by wooden flutes and maybe the sounds of harps
Looking further along the line of the market booths were shaded by multi colored tarps

Knights walking talking looking at the maidens so pretty and pure
The way they walked and talked and how the gowns fit so demure
A day of mirth a day of cheer dreams to be had and sought
A lady blushes the color of a delicate rose as the honorable knight offers a comb he just bought
Looking up seeing banners flying proudly reading the inarticulate sign reading Camelot
The man that runs the lands and people love and adore is called Lancelot

Trumpets roaring sounding off the event of jesting
Men in armor riding horses against each other testing
Clashing of weapons splinters flying crowd cheering
An excitable maiden in the stands watching smiling so endearing


The bright heated sun so full of colors begin to set
The traveler thinks back to all the wonderful people he met
Stars dancing high in the tinted skies
Leaning back against the tree he closes his eyes

As the darkness once again over takes his body rest does come
Dreams come from the exciting events, many festival shopping lots
Resting peacefully under the stars on the lands of Camelot
Hail Prince Lancelot!

Mesmerizing! I could faintly hear the sound effects!
Great piece of work Starlight!
Stay safe and keep them coming!

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