when the madness came
and the prophets roar’d
when the madness came and the prophets roar’d
petty fiefdoms laid fair Camelot waste,
were you there, my friends, fore the nation warr’d?
…
when noble king in capitol enthrown’d
his scheme a chivalrous nation to make
fore the madness came and the prophets roar’d.
…
ask not, quoth he, and swore we an accord
kingdom ‘bove self in the king’s trust we plac’d,
were you there, my friends, fore the nation warr’d?
…
ere those who cried, he is our king no more
and many their once solemn vows abased
fore the madness came and the prophets roar’d.
…
did you see the king fall, head still’d and gored
in his queen’s embrace with rank blood debased
were you there, my friends, fore the nation warr’d?
…
John John’s last salute of father and lord,
the mobled queen, head hung, her dreams laid waste,
when the madness came and the prophets roar’d
were you there, my friends, fore the nation warr’d?
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John Cox
Where would you like to travel? Who would you like to meet? No ticket required, a surprise at every destination guaranteed. Strap on your time travel goggles and bring a compass. It's sometimes bumpy in my imagination, so hold on tight!
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