Arthur

Knights of the round tales so profound,

The winning of a sword to become adored,

Unleash the hounds he is no king of mine,

He barely has a beard it's an obvious sign,

Rally under our righteous banner,

Defeat our enemies in the same manner,

The wizard Merlin lights a candle,

Forever it burn till he gives up the mantle,

Woe to be a king with no lovely queen,

By chance is seen the fairest in the land,

Send Launcelot forth offer wedding band,

Joyous occasions we feast congregation,

A mighty tournament pit swords for enjoyment,

Foreseen ancient the king will be vanquished,

Unholy foe incest born of seed sow,

On day of birth send all children back to earth,

Set sail doomed vessel no survivors save one,

The bastard Mordred lives a rotten son,

The fair Morgause seduced the king once,

Now she lay with Lamerok her love fronts,

Shame to be had for his dad killed our dad,

Pellinore did indeed slay King Lot ill fated deed,

The mighty Lamerok caught by Gaheris,

The son beheaded his own mother for shameful lustiness,

Lamerok was spared yet his fate drew near,

Arthur offered a truce but Lamerok did refuse,

The brothers ambushed after he was battle weary,

Gawain, Gaheris, and Aggravayne fought barely,

Lamerok stayed them all at the tip of his sword,

For hours they fought none could defeat this lord,

The coward Mordred crept from behind,

And stabbed dear Lamerok in the spine,

Tristan loved Iseult yet jealousy King Mark felt,

A lover's serenade ended with bloody spear Mark made,

Revenge for Lamerok felt by his cousin,

The poisoning of an apple for Gawain's consumption,

Yet another ate first and fell dead cursed,

It was the queen's feast and she was blamed not the least,

Put her to the stake we forsake her life must take,

Lancelot charged to rescue and slew his beloved Gareth,

For they refused to bare arms and fell swiftly to harm,

The kin of Lancelot rallied quickly to his castle,

Blood lust and rage filled Gawain's cage,

His brothers were dead felled by Lancelot's dread,

Sorrowful Arthur no choice but to avenge honor,

March against his own men the bloodbath begin,

The queen was returned yet disaster they learned,

Flee to Lancelot's lands the Siege of Benwick turned,

Arthur laid the lands to terror and Lancelot allowed tremor,

A challenge by Gawain resulted in mortal wound,

News from Camelot Mordred usurped the throne,

Sail to Dover yet Gawain's wound not recover,

On his deathbed he lay with blood letter pray,

Beseech Lancelot come to your liege's aid,

For if you don't he will surely be slayed,

On eve of battle Gawain's ghost came to Arthur,

Hold my lord sue for peace no matter what afford,

Arthur agreed and next day peace could succeed,

On the fields of Camlann the armies of men,

Unknown soldier unsheathe weapon the doom reckon,

Bedivere and Lucas the only ones left,

Arthur saw Mordred alone his support bereft,

No my lord stay your sword wait for Lancelot accord,

A chance not to miss Arthur rushed Mordred high risk,

Impaled violent spear Mordred felt death drawing near,

Bloody hand gripped lance drew closer advance,

Mordred's dying act held sword both hands to attack,

A grievous cleave through Arthur's helmet reave,

Lucas and Bedivere struggled to carry him,

Yet Lucas fell dead his wounds had maimed limb,

Take my sword trusted Bedivere cast it into lake,

The jewels so precious the blade could not forsake,

Tell me what you saw as you threw Excalibur,

Nothing but the ripples of water after,

You must do as I say cast the sword away,

This time did as wished and a silken hand grasped,

It swung the sword to and fro complete task,

It is said that Arthur was taken to Avalon,

To return one day our time of need we rely upon