Silence At The Round Table
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At the Round Table
The Knights at round
Their cuirassed King
The Queen set on a throne
Behind:
The dusk was falling
Slow
Slow
Slow
Silence; no words
Not even when old Merlin
Came
Thoughts raced as lightning
In furrowed brains.
Words ceased.
Looks talked and spoke
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