His life was not a fable
there were no heroes left
no one loyal at his table
his heart broken and bereft
Gone were the beasts of legend
where were the maidens of virtue?
they went extinct he reckoned
barren the fields they grew
As chances grew more narrow
his Camelot disappeared
A knight of a nameless barrow
fell into the emptiness he feared
When all that remained was rage
his chivalry hanging by a cord
a goddess reached out from the sage
and bestowed upon him a sword
Her eyes like a storm raging sea
no sailor could ever resist
Her love and champion to be
stood silently bewitched
This enchantress brought to him
empowered and refreshed
a kingdom peering through the scrim
renewed with riches blessed
She said to him where Arthur failed
surely he would succeed
Where the strength of steel is frail
the true power is to lead
People tremble before a brute
but they will follow an ideal
Arm your people with the truth
and you'll never defeat their zeal
Now the rage was relieved
his honor and valor returned
his maiden his Viviane
her love song affirmed
So with that he took her hand
and went boldly into the lake
Gazing deep into her emeralds
a new land he would make
image: Lady of the Lake by Gary A Lippincott
