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Ghost Of Avalon

Tremulous sound under hooves of beast
the equine ghost, now finally released
his freedom found, after war of kings
in battlefields of crimson red scenes
he gallops and pierces past misty veil
on greater quest, since the Holy Grail
unbridled and swift, his nostrils flare
with withers, and back, saddleless bare
he visits the resting place of his Lord
a Knight laying silent next to his sword
his Master killed, by soldier from Rome
is left alone now, to find his way home
this Ghost of Avalon, shall never cease
after long battles, a well-earned peace
home, the greatest, treasure now sought
a return to green pastures, his Camelot.

© Literary Remains

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