Never will I know the beauty of these places old

Only the remains of the buried roads

That I assume to have run

From here and not too far beyond

To the many-tower'd Camelot

A place we left to forget

So this I write

To remind of that left behind 

But what is this I hear

A gentle voice so near

Whispering that of before

The truth to the lore

Answers to that I was brought here for

So I carefully listen more