A moment, just a single breath
A choice to make of life or death
Of fate confirmed or fate denied
The Mage’s voice, the dead king’s lies
The Sword, a single gleaming point
To mark the way un to the thrown
The blade which stands in anvil and in stone
The boy who must face that chair alone
And go forth a leader in the light?
Or vanish into his personal twilight?
To live his life his cares own
Will he turn? Release the hilt? Surrender the thrown?
Or does he take the high kings way?
The afternoon to England’s day
His light to flicker and to set
At Camlann to pay his final debt?
The sword which cleaves this fate in two
Reflects a morning bright and new
And in that glow the choice is made
The boy’s hand grasps the gleaming blade.
The Saxons overflow the bay
Killing all upon their way
The knights ride despite into the fight
But treason hounds them left and right
The isle falls into the night
As Mordred blots out the dragon’s light
In the glitter of the blade
This fate is forged
This future made
Merlin’s sealed beneath the stone
And Arthur faces the night alone.
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