Friday, 18 October 2013
Until the light was gone
In the dank gloom, he saw Camelot. It's a pile of old rocks,was all he could get Sally to say. Perhaps she was right.
Yet sword clanged on sword.Turning to kiss her, he said, 'Princess, it's what you make it.'
The silence told him, which was the fairy-story.
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