A Return

I’ll preface this by saying that by no means do I claim the following to be eschatologically “correct.” However, who’s to say how “incorrect” it is either…

In the forest forms fade from view
Faintly hidden by the thin fog
A castle might be lying there 
Out of sight and stripped bare
Ancient rain and wind have worn their way
And standing tall beneath the trees
Dolmens remain where once druids gathered
Or perhaps in a nearby dell sits dormant
The howe of Arthur and his immortal men
Left to lie in most peaceful rest
Dreaming of days in the distant past
Of wicked overlords and valiant squires
Waiting for the hour when in final hope
They are called back from their repose 
Waiting for the time when courage falters
And they can shake the mould from their armour
Rising as one for the sake of Christ
Remembering ancient keepers of good
Jolly and solemn friars and stewards 
Greater at heart than drink and scrivening 
Men of resolve and sharpened spirit 
Killed in their day by the same folly 
For only the fool in his heart would say such nonsense
And what fool would kill the servant?
What fool expects the master to wait recumbent? 
Now death has crept in slowly and unannounced 
There is none who has not seen it and known it
But all have turned away for sloth and cowardice 
Neutrality has gained mastery of us all
How greatly we have gone astray
Yet who will stand in a day like this?
When darkness has encircled the waning light
Who is there to lift high the standard?
To raise without shame or fear the symbol of strength 
When weak and wary men walk only in the shadows
Fearing what the light may reveal of their hearts
On such a day as this Arthur will rise
Swiftly galloping through fen and copse and field
Gliding smoothly over ditch and dale
Putting to shame every train and bus
Furious at the pathetic laxity of his countrymen 
What of the king – does he do nothing?
An old king should not be greater than a new
Yet for such a time has the cock crowed 
For such a time has the earth opened
For such a time have sprung forth the fair knights
Galahad and Gawain and good Percival
Sir Kay, renewed in vigour and fealty 
No more concerned with spite and meddling 
But now given fully to his true being
Many others will be there with them
Perhaps there will be knights as well of another table
Brought together as one for such an end
Seeking to bring forth a new world
Not merely a replica of the old, but one better
And it shall be then brought forth 
Supplanting the fading former system
The hollow castles will be newly adorned
The dolmens will cry out with unmarred adoration
Free now to serve the True Master