Under the silver waters, she waited for his return from Avalon.
Excalibur shone eternal, hanging
from her side as she danced
in the seaweed
when the mermaids would visit.

He has slept.
His time would again come when England needed him most and she would be by his side.
His slumber, keeping her waiting

Though

Time meant nothing to her
Means nothing to her

The sword, now heavy, weighs her steps down
the mermaids keep away
England is leaving the EU.

He still sleeps

She still waits

Excalibur rusts