Joolz Legend
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
