With a sudden whip of the wind
Everything was lost.
His kingdom, his Queen, his people
Snatched.
What had he done wrong?
With every painful step his crushed soul took,
The infamous chalice firmly in his hand,
He thought of what to do...
Arriving at the gates of Avalon
He shook with all his might
As if somehow they would open
With one last spark of hope
He brought the chalice to his lips.
Silence.
His fate was forever sealed.
And there was nothing he could do.
The chalice clanged to the ground
The forest grew silent,
As if it was watching, listening, mourning
for their leader had come to his end.
