the trees of Avalon

Beneath the trees of Avalon, 
We waited for the night; 
With purple, indigo, and gold,
Awash the waning light -- 

We fled the anger and the strife,
The bloodshed and the violence;
We asked for mercy and for peace,
The waited on

The silence

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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