In the modern world today,
lost amid the shades of gray,
the people stumble and they drudge,
past scornful eyes, quick to judge,
And calloused to a world of woe,
caught up in busy lives they go,
consumed in the hurried pace,
of industry's never ending race,
So they live and work half blind,
with no kind voice to remind,
that there might be another way,
besides this society of decay,
Each heart, in time, thus slowly sinks,
each mind, barraged, then dully thinks,
The spirit, lonely, becomes weary,
in the merciless world so dreary,
And slowly abandons each bright ideal,
settling instead for the faded but real,
Yet, life can be more than what may seem,
Do none remember how to dream?
Has the world today forgot,
the glory that was Camelot?
The glint of swords, the gleam of shield,
the sunlight on the verdant field,
Moonlight upon roofs of blue,
hearts of men both bold and true,
Lofty towers and walls of white
the valor of a worthy knight,
The royal crown on Arthur's brow,
the beauty of his sacred vow,
The dragon banner wafting on high,
which all the people glorify,
The Round Table's brotherhood,
and the equality for which is stood,
The sword that in the stone was found-
Excalibur, the most renowned!
The sum of all chivalry's ideals,
embodied in the knight who kneels,
to receive his deserv�d accolade,
upon return from the crusade,
The knightly code of chivalry,
the squire's humble loyalty,
tried upon the perilous quest,
begun at a fair maid's behest,
The performance of a heroic deed,
The champion astride his noble steed,
The celebrated hunts of magical beasts,
dining at sumptuous holiday feasts,
Chamber music played in banquet halls,
courtly lovers dancing at royal balls,
The knight-errant's fateful journey,
A tournament's display of pageantry,
The sweetness of a Ladyfair's glance,
her favor waving on the jouster's lance,
The gallant warrior challenging his rival,
a test of courage, skill, and survival,
The noble's emblazoned coat of arms,
his Ladylove's enchanting charms,
Great deeds worthy to cover tapestries,
Are all now only memories?
Have these lofty beliefs been lost?
If so, how heavy is the cost?
Arthur's was not a vain endeavour,
Excalibur will shine forever,
within the hearts of faithful few,
who to this legend remain true,
Knights and ladies will always dance,
within a dream of lasting romance,
Guinevere still will raise a toast,
among the assembled royal host,
Dragon pennants will eternally fly,
along with the virtues they signify,
Pendragon's vision shall live on,
though his kingdom may be gone,
within the souls of those who remember,
This legend remains as a burning ember,
to those who hear the herald's clarion call,
to 'right over might' and justice for all,
Of this minstrels will forever sing,
Arthur shall reign as once and future king,
The Poet's heart has not forgot,
the dream that once was Camelot.