self exile after war’s end

Camelot and Sussex clot
shack by the seashore
Thoreau myself into studies.
who else would wash ashore
but wanton wings of Icarus
what else would wash ashore
but mimicry mocking malfeasance
silhouette casts over water’s edge
fishing for full attention
King Mordred, reformed, of Camelot
visiting the hero living in his back lot
will you grant me one magic favor
as the Sussex ruler’s savior
of course
whatever you need
If you do me one later
repurpose the Labyrinth
to posthumously entomb all magic.