Knights of the Pain Table

A Camelot for Sufferers of Chronic Pain

Your King Arthur doth Speaketh to Camelot and the Knyghtes of the Pain Table

Merry Christmas

Faithful friends of Camelot, as I holdeth this Christmas Rose, my herte sings with those tonight who celebrate the birth of the Christ Child.   Like a rose, we, who must wear our armour, both day and nighte, must protect our petals with spears and swords, like a rose with thorns.  We are Warriors of Pain.

Mine herte does paine for thee, for I, your King of Camelot, doth fight the Darke Knyghte of paine, like thee.    I, too, have been forgotten and forsaken in the dark of wynter.    I have lost those closest to me.    I have, your humble King, been left with less than a ha’penny in my pocket.     I have suffered judgement and injustice,  but perhaps not as great as thee.  I have walked alone and looked in the windows of others to remember holidays gone by.

But mine knights, tonight I sit thee by.  This Christmas-tide we shall not be alone.  We are not here to just celebrate, but rather to sit by one another at the Pain Table.  If thou be sick, we shall sit with thee.  Just ye rest until you are strong again.   For ye are never alone.  As long as there is a bird singing, a tree bowing, and a lake glistening we all are not alone.

For those of you who doth wish to make merry, let you drink till you nod and wink!    Remember each one of us can drink and daunce in spirit in Camelot!

For those who have visited this humble kingdom since it began, we thanketh you for gracing us with your presence.  Your King,   Queen Guinevere,   Myrddin,   Lady Sharon, Sir Dagonet and our many Minstrels  from  Far Constellations of time bow down to you and honour your visits.

I, Arthur of Pendragon, doth ask you remember one thing on this eve of Christmas, that you, dear Knight,  are loved,   in a far away Kingdom that is not bound by time, by a King and a Kingdom.  If you look in your heart you shall find it.  Your beloved Camelot.

“What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a Shepard, I would bring Him a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part,
Yet what can I give Him, give Him my heart!
~ C. Rossetti

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