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