16 February 2013
Deep and still waters reflect observers with crystal clarity the knotted trees that surround are the last to posess such emerald green.
The liquid is purest pure the faye are sworn to protect by word or by sword the forbidden elixir.
Mortals depart quickly, quicky Never sure where they have been, or why they even went there, or the marvels they had seen.
For those select few, permitted to proceed: Decendants of the finest line, those with the Pendragon gene may walk into this living shrine.
They breathe air of paradise a spectrum of blue green and gold the truths that are lost in losing childhood return to be retold.
Visions in the water familiar scenes they have never seen, and some which once hovered upon the edge of a dream.
Fear not, Merlin observes as he has from the start, taking lone orphaned children teaching them to be true of heart.
Into the mysterious unknown land where things move in your peripheral glance you find the mark of the King's last stand You did not come by chance....
All good things must come to an end says he, watching his kingdom from afar He will need your help you mortal men, the hand that held excalibur.
The King's Last Stand • Opuss № I