Thursday photo prompt: Blade #writephoto
From the Mist
An ancient wall, an offering made
to Gods of old, whose stories
have never truly be told.
Of Arthur, Merlin and Guinevere
Of a time when a child was born
under cover of Merlin’s mist
From mischief born, a King he would make.
A time of peace was Merlin’s thought
The child is born, a king is made
With sword in hand, he promptly broke
Arthur’s blade lay on the ground
Merlin watching, knew what must be done
A King without a sword cannot be
The Lady of the Lake beneath the water
waiting, with sword in hand
The second blade would be the one
Excalibur
A time of peace ran through the land
Guinevere his second wife did break this peace.
Lancelot had fled to France
War did rage as Mordred thought to take Arthur’s crown
With scabbard lost, the wound was made
Arthur lay bleeding, death too near
His trusted Knight on bended knee
took Arthur’s sword and heard his plea
The sword he carried to the lake
The Knight returned to where Arthur lay
“What did you see?”
A lie was told and Arthur knew
“Go back and do as I have asked
Return and tell me what you see.”
This was done. A lady’s hand
thrust through the water
She caught the blade in mid-air
then sank beneath the lake.
I heard the whisper on still water
“He shall return…”
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