Topic: To Avalon

This piece was written before Christmas, and is the last part to my mini-rock[?] opera To Avalon.
It's accompanied by a musical composition in 3 parts, and [if requested] I will put it up on my-space, but be warned...it is around 6 minutes long! with sound FX's on my voice...you should hear the Guinevere part!!!!  well I laughed any way

To Avalon

Legend:-

Veiled by the mists, growing high from the sea
Lies a land where no mortal would live to see
White horses race and gulls do scream
No things there are what they seem
And spirits play amongst the crags
The ghosts of no ordinary men...
For as time passes, one more alights
Great men and women known in their own time
To Avalon, at the end of their life

Merlin Speaks:-

"Young Arthur; valiant and invincible
Do your deeds as you must with care
For one day, not now, not soon...one day
In a battle, one more to win
You will meet your foe, your nemesis; your death
Then we must travel there
Across the sea on a craft of spells
Where white horses race, guided by the yells
Through the mist by the gulls
To Avalon."

Guinevere Speaks:-

"My love, my dear my sweetest one
Across this land you reign alone
Your children are your subjects all
You protect and love them, one and all
Your enemies cower at your name with dread
Come ever home to me
Come ever home to me."

Arthur Speaks:-

"My desirest wife, my heart be yours
And this; hear now my pledge,
As I ride this craft of wood and spells
Across the crests and dead men's yells
Where white horses race to the sound of gulls
And the keel grounds on sand of gold so fine
The mists do part, the honour mine
I await for you to come
To Avalon."

Narration:-

Avalon, O Avalon your mists your beauty veil
From eyes of lesser mortal men
Where ships can never sail
Clear blue skies, cool fresh water to bathe
For all a mortal man could wish, except to miss his grave
For Arthur came to heal from wounds
To rise again when Britain calls
For legend tells he sleeps in peace
To wake when called to save his realm
And armies wait to heed his charge
To save his land once more from harm
O Arthur sleeps in Avalon
Yes Arthur has gone...
To Avalon

Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.

Re: To Avalon

Hi Phill,

A very impressive poem and subject that I find fascinating. I sincerely hope that you will post it on your MySpace so I can hear the full effect with the musical atmosphere.

I promise not to laugh at your Guinevere impression (that is unless I see you in a dress and lippy smile).

Roger

"Do, or do not; there is no try"

Re: To Avalon

lippy only comes from some gorgeous female's lips my friend...i'll see what i can do about posting the track

phill

ps i wore a kilt once...does that qualify as a dress?

Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.