His life was not a fable
when he saw no heroes left
with no loyalty around his table
his heart was taken in a theft
Gone were the dragons of legend
and missing the maidens of virtue
they didn't exist he reckoned
The path grew ever more narrow
as his Camelot disappeared
A knight of a nameless barrow
and the emptiness he feared
But when all that is left was rage
his chivalry hanging by a cord
a goddess reaches from the sage
and handed him her sword
Her eyes like a storming sea
that no seafarer could resist
Her love and sorcerer 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 she said, may tremble before a brute
but they will follow an ideal
Give them something to believe
and you'll never defeat their zeal
So with that he took her hand
and went boldly into the lake
Gazing deep into her emeralds
a new world he sought to wake
image: Lady of the Lake by Gary A Lippincott
image: Lady of the Lake by Gary A Lippincott
