Camelot is close you see,
something like a waking dream,
pressing through the tides of time,
in our minds it comes alive.
Coming down from shores we know,
underneath a gnarling oak,
are the voices from the past
that stir our souls until the last.
We partake in the dinner feasts,
and in the raucous jousting feats.
Then we hear of righteous quests
that takes a toll amongst the best.
Yet it is not enough to merely dream.
This is something that has got to be.
In this time and in this age,
we need a venerable and noble sage.
So put a call throughout the land,
to each and every able man,
that there is a table waiting
and a dream in need of sating.