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King Arthur and his sword of legend rest, waiting to return and Britain mourns.

By Shelby R PerezPublished 21 days ago 1 min read

Deep beneith the waters breath,

a sword so great and holy doth sleep,

and holding its handle a mighty king

just and true, rests with it.

Hear the people scream

Oh dispare! Oh regret!

Long lost was Albion's dream

the banner is down

the crown is a sham

since the red dragon has flown

in Avalon's hold, the sword,

Caliburn shines gold and silver awaits to aid its lord.

Odesad poetryFree Verse

About the Creator

Shelby R Perez

I am a college student and lover/writer of fiction and poetry, especially Fairytails and mythology. I am working to become a published author, using my love for myths and legends to reintroduce gods, spirits, demons and heroes.

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