Avalon
there must be a charming voice from the forest that touches and caresses my body with a warm fluid of dancing fire and burns in me a deepest remorse, without which i would still lay dead- apart from the cold stones to mark my death and stagnant pools both deep and shallow i shall catch a glimpse of avalon oh! lovely is avalon to me, to me! for seems now nearer come it be i tremble with unholy anticipation for the darkest night still rules me and succumbed I to infernal flame, then by and by a fifty year-long of want comes to me not unlike my shadowy companion the only one now beside me and show me my avalon