Camelot's Theory

A Story by Abishai100

Was Mordred (Sir) Lancelot's true (Camelot) rival...for dialysis?

A Camelot-fable inspired by Excalibur (John Boorman). Thanks for reading,

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My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm an Ivy-man for Camelot bread/fruit and offer you this special windows-light for the superstitions of that fabled/mysterious/ornamented time/Kingdom of Medieval fancy, for our 21st-Century (American Homeland) Selfie-commentary culture of those 'incomplete-distances' readings for what's become a special handshake-IQ for the blending of life's superstitions with everyday 'culture' convenience 'academic' education (e.g., Barnes & Noble).

"For Camelot did ascend to great heights, worthy of 'good' microfiche-readings in the handshakes of dominion-controls in customs talk and boards, and it did draw mystery-interest for ties between key/rival icon figures for kingdom-battles, the adversarial betrayer of powers (Mordred of gold-armor) and the controversy-ridden challenging knight of court/field curiosities (Lancelot of silver-armor), and it's given us this line for librarian-talk(s) for incomplete-lines of 'social media' fancy-dialysis!"

GUINEVERE: Be wary of Morgana, and her evil-son Mordred, Lancelot.
LANCELOT: I'm to be Mordred's challenge, for the court-hand of your eye.

GUINEVERE: Morgana is my opposite, Lancelot; and I fear future's End.

LANCELOT: Take 'good' care of our King (Arthur), for there's 'light' in Hell!

GUINEVERE: Perchance this is a very creative view's dungeon/escape, knight.

LANCELOT: I'm a wandering swordsman and find visage for loyalties (now!).

GUINEVERE: Good (castle's dream).

"Camelot, of but fair castle/keep and the great sword Excalibur, which Arthur himself would endow/lend to the newly knighted swordsman-of-skills (Lancelot), should he triumph for trumpet-quests to rid the English language of that vile gold-armored Mordred who swore loyalties of Hell in the destroyer-modes for Arthur's vanity...to replace a kingdom-light with revolutionary envy (for the dream!)."

ARTHUR: This boy from field-lands did procure me this curious green-thing!
GALLAHAD: Seems sound dream, Lord.

ARTHUR: Perchance we gift it to the Queen (for the sake of dreams then).

GALLAHAD: There's land/soil 'smell' of this uprising by Morgana's hand, Arthur.

ARTHUR: She's not my sister...this treasure-of-castle is a ghostly date.

GALLAHAD: What's the Wizard say?
ARTHUR: Merlin's distance (yes).

"Why'd we seek any finery or grand-diorama for the rich images of Medieval Camelot but for its toylands-invocation created by its rich characters, in knight-aura, monarchy-repute, rivalry document; and history's richness!"

LANCELOT: You deny me this defense-titling for rivalry-accord, Mordred?
MORDRED: You're silver...I'm gold...what's to count for repute for Camelot?

LANCELOT: Don't speak double-truths against a swordsman as skilled as you!

MORDRED: What's the mesh for silver/gold accords, valiantly foolish servant?

LANCELOT: Sound discourse for a man questing for the gold-shine of Hell!

MORDRED: Perchance we've created our (own) circles of distance-legend?

LANCELOT: Not without doubt(s).

MORDRED: This is a time of envy and ambition, Lancelot...join us.

LANCELOT: You mark my repute for challenges but deny me my rivalry-titling?

MORDRED: Yes, you're silver, and yes, I'm gold...but our distance is Morgana!

LANCELOT: I don't deny you your (own) Morgana-laurel but seek rival-sword.

MORDRED: You wield that Excalibur...without dialysis, knight?

LANCELOT: Perchance we become a rival-axes 'dowry' for Earth (immortal).

MORDRED: Perchance, knight (damn).

"Was Mordred Lancelot's true antithesis-rival for legend? Was Camelot riddled by it immaculate fancy vanities and challenged by the complications-rings of outright field/dominion controls for 'incomplete-distances' readings in the charms of kingdom/company dialysis (for the Ego)? What do you think? Was it all...a modern hospitality-plate for the mystery of Earthlings' dowry (for the Ego)? What do you think? Was Lancelot Mordred's (true) beefy-damnation (immortal)?"

Well, friends, thus ends our tale, and my 'examination-of-superstitions' for Camelot-time. Thank you for following along, in this tale of incomplete-lines for the ornaments and charms of what made that English class a 'thing' for (downright) text-dialysis...and creative definition (for the spirits).