Excalibur
I see, I see
These awful shadows
company
An End, the dark
comes too fast,
free at last
Further further
Stuttered gasp
shaking her
The cast
holding in
Her sin, her last
Warrior
A lessened blow by hardened fist
around me, feelings, meaningless,
No effect from vicious pries
Yet heel that stings in sharp moonlight
Drowned almost, by mothers care,
Made stubborn, tough, always aware,
My instincts honed, with piercing blade
A child brought up to die, or fight
Sailed to war for fool kings pride,
Loyal men risking suicide
The face that launched a thousand ships,
brought death and woe, abyss.
Giftwrap
I liked my chest,
it was a present.
Handed down through my family,
a thousand thousand years
(or so it seemed)
It never closed.
Yet hidden in shade,
and in the smallest corner,
that’s where our hope arose
(glimmering in night)
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