lords of oil

stunned by the silence

of war calm before the

storm, waves sweep

blood creeps, death

lingers like a dark

stain upon the soul

of camelot, this

land this home

this heart of

contradictions

makes us wish

for childhood

safe from harm

in the womb

silently

waiting

for the storm to

pass, the barking dogs

to be silent

ships that pass in the

night

a celtic fury sings

a dirge for mourning

the lost dream

wasted journey

bile and bitter words

hold no glory

bode no horatory

lessons in ancient

tory politics and

periclean wars and tyrean

purple wards off demon

hoards of barbarian

american  lords

oil leaning bards of angel

dusting orange agents of

change and stades of knightly

rapture capture the pure

and innocent diligent

indigent poor

passing elegant

rich then love then

lore lorne losing compassion

turns to music

semitic harmony.

                             11/04/04 – 8:30am

(Note)

Definition of the stade. ... An ancient Roman unit of distance, about 184.81 meters