So it came to pass
and the battle begun
By the bite of an adder
sword shining in sun
You pierced Mordred's heart
with the spear that you found
He split your head open
knocking you to the ground
Return my sword
to the Queen of the Lake
I've not long
for tomorrow's won't make
Place my body
upon my royal shield
Carry my remains
across the battlefield
Let my people
all gather around
Heart felt tears
falling to ground
Bear me away
to the far sacred shore
My eyes are dimming
I can see no more
Seal all of the dreams
deep in my heart
Beneath this breastplate
protecting me from the start
This will be my last
and final request
Praise be to God , may in peace
I be allowed to rest
- Author: swingline (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 9th, 2017 02:49
- Comment from author about the poem: The Batitle of Camlann supposidly took place in 537 in which King Arthur and his son Mordred died fighting against each other . King Arthur had persued Lancelot in a fit of revenge into France and in his absence his son Mordred had assumed rule of England and taken Guinevere (Arthur's Queen) as his wife . Arthur had to abandon his revenge of Lancelot and return to England to defend his throne . Once in England both sides gathered their forces at Camlann but in a dream Arthur was warned to seek a peaceful means to avoid a batitle . But during the meeting between the two parties one of Mordred's men was bitten by an adder and when he drew his sword to kill the adder it was taken as a signal shinning in the sun to start the battle . During the all day battle Arthur dropped his sword Excalibur and when faced by Mordred he grabbed a nearby spear and plunged it into his heart of Mordred . But at the same time Mordred's sword came down on Arthur's head fatally wounding him . His final request was that his sword be returned to the lake from which it had come .
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Comments1
Thank you Ephraim your probably right .
I am unhappy with the way the poem ended . Too cumbersome , with the flow broken .
Thank you again for reading Ephraim . That means a lot to me .
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