Legend - Joolz

And over all the land is a shadow

Breathing and alive, but still invisible;

A tainted cloud, the lord of the flies

A silent, drifting miasma

That coils and creeps into every soul

Then alters and spoils

It shows in little ways

In meanness and in petty spite

In ignorance and cruelty

A beaten child, a ruined river

Desertion and betrayal;

Every heart a potential Judas

Every soul willing to sell cheap

The land is overlaid with discontent…

And yet, somehow, we still believe

A hero will come, a shining one

And deliver us from this biting evil

That Arthur and his Companions

Still sleep, unwaking, waiting

For the clarion call to save us

That in our last hour of need

We’ll all be swept away and rescued

By some fabled Jesus and a last judgement

And in this faith unspoken

Unmentioned, a sort of hope

We wait, and wait, and wait, and wait

All unknowing, that the only heroes

Are us