Avalon
That magical vale of purity fairWherein lies beauty, free of despair,
Searched for by men, but was hidden with care.
In the grove of the apples a king lies asleep,
The king once thought dead as his nation did weep,
But no, he does wait for Albion's reap.
Enshrouded in mist, ensorcelled divine,
Therein sits Sang-Grail with its drink of blood wine,
Cast off from the world, offs the grape from the vine.
A crystalline lake lies foggy and dazed,
As an arm of white samite from its depths then is raised
Tis Vivienne fair, the lady so praised.
The nymph and dryad, the sylph and the faun,
All dance full of joy through the night till the dawn,
Such good here on earth is now all but gone,
So will you come with me, to find Avalon?
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