Make Way

Camelot is crashing. Not because the queen was unfaithful, nor Lancelot not pure enough. Not even because Arthur has failed in any way.

All the knights of the round table can not keep Guinevere from looking in her mirror and noticing the ravages of gravity, nor Lancelot from out growing his boyish idealism, or Arthur from realizing that the magic was more in his mind than his kingdom.

The inexorable pressure of time compresses the freedom of youth into the hard baked forms of adults. Strong and sure, they will keep the shape of the kingdom long after the spring floods and summer storms disappear, making way for the prosperity of Autumn and cold of winter.

Wisdom festers along side warm fires on long chilly nights and the flames no longer tell the nursery tales that once sprang to mind when the dancing lights mingled with shadows too fearsome to name. Now the shadows all have names. Realizing they could not be vanquished, they are like fearsome family pets, eating up all the scraps that were once left overs and dipping into the common pots when there is not enough, because if they aren’t cared for, they will turn on their owners and eat them alive.

Camelot is crashing, but it won’t fade away. It is simply yielding with as much grace and honor as it can possibly muster to the next generation of royalty.