The King of Camelot

O King, we have not forgotten the 
Glory of your birth or its intention;
All Knights of honor are to this day,
Haunted by the ghost of prevention.

We have not forgotten the nobility
And the magnificent nature, of the Dream.
The absolute integrity of dedicated service
To its fulfillment, it would seem;
Would suffice;
To honor the risk and sacrifice,
You made against the ice 
Of the hidden hand
For the Kingdom and its subjects...
Of the land...

I howl at the threatening vile veil
Ride gallantly upon a horse so pale;
That in your Darkness, I should find
My finger has left you in the wake, behind.

Serpent like shadows cast from the dome,
Best recede into the blackness of your home
Deep, deep into the pit of purification
May help to heal the current situation

As new your roasting on an open fire
Warms the heart, but more I desire
Glory be to honorable chosen Knights,
Glory be to the King of Camelot
And to those upholding the Kindgom Rights
Dance of the famous Northern Lights...