"Halls of Avalon" by Angela Ranee Apilado

As I sailed in I saw the pillars hewn from moonstone

Even as sunlight floods the upper chambers

Silver moonlight bathes the court

Torches of orange, green, and violet flame

Illuminates the corridors within the innermost castle

Somewhere within these sacred halls

A sorceress wanders; carrying in her hand a basket

Filled with silent blue flame.

Deeper into the corridors she wanders

Searching for something laying long undisturbed and forgotten

The buds blossom with only the distant white lights to see

They are curious of this lonely figure walking where no

Creature has walked since the time of Camelot

The star beings look down upon her in wonder

From their heavenly placement in an ebony sky.

She walks slowly but never faltering on the old stone

Her robes are new with pale colors, untattered, and well stored

Yet she is covered in soft dust that has clung to her

In hopes to see her quarry, the thing she hunts so tirelessly

And then she comes to the great doors of a hallowed chamber

Within lies a king, resting now as he has for centuries past

It is time to awaken for the world is not what it once was

And a great adventure awaits those who go with courage

And a magnificent story unfolds to those who wander tirelessly.