On Guardians and Gravesites

Camelot is fallen!
All those noble knights
In gallantry clad now stumbled
Under pride and sword and blight
Rode with shoulders broad
Into the darkest shroud
Gave up the cause, the commission,
Swallowed by a pleasing cloud.

Camelot is rubble.
The hope of the weak and weary
Lost to the wake of corruption
Search in unbelief, bleary
Along a fruitless, fallow earth
Wherein the valiant lay unmarked
But the revels of the self-deluded
Dance shameless and stark

Inside their ruins
Dressed in rusted, empty armor.