The Quest

In youth I dreamed of Camelot and knew my life would be
a search for just one hero who would come and rescue me.

A knight in shining
armor, a man of chivalry
whose lifelong quest
would be a find a
princess to set free.

But now in age I look
around and Camelot is gone;
no most and castle standing her and I am still alone.

And I remain a prisoner of unfulfilled desire,
still hoping for someone to light the unextinguished fire.

I look to the horizon; a setting sun I see,

but out there,
riding on the wind,
a knight
approaching me.

He's moving fast to
cross the moat to
scale the wall's
debris,
a knight in
tarnished armor.
He's finally found
me.

by Jean Franse

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