The Mists of Avalon

Once on a time, there tells a story; of enchanted days, that are long gone
How in a lake, there dwells a Lady; in the Mists, of Avalon

Do I stand, upon the ruins, among the spirits, living here?
Merlin, and King Arthur; Lancelot, and Guinevere

Do you believe, those tales of magic; of chivalry, and the table round
A shining hope, or simply legend, a fairy tale, or hallowed ground

Does the Lady wait, for a spell to wake her, a time Britannia faces harm
Does she still sleep, beneath the waters, Excalibur, held in her arms?

Should that day come, the ghosts may gather; of the bravest knights, in all the land
Will the Lady rise, to save a nation; return the sword to Arthur’s hand

These dark willows tell no secrets, of things once here, but long since gone...
We are left to wonder, what might have been, deep in the Mists of Avalon.

Once on a time, there tells a story; of enchanted days, that are long gone
How in a lake, there dwells a Lady; in the Mists, of Avalon