- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sign of the Times
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
It is a silent road to Avalon -
the plants that edge the city no more hum,
the blackened pines forgot their wave-like song
nor do the waves still roll their cheerful drum.
It is a cheerless road to Avalon –
the tarmac finds the sullen sky its match,
lined by a field of even, yellow grass
that seems, where moist, a dirty, blackish patch.
It is a lonely road to Avalon –
no smelly traffic jams obstruct the way;
no farmhands labour in the empty fields;
no songbirds sing, nor do the rabbits play…
It is a silent world at Avalon.
The maids in waiting do no longer weep
since their beloved once and future king,
transfixed, was frozen in his endless sleep.
- COMMENTS
