Arthur
Britain's greatest hero,
Sleeping in his prime.
Waiting to return to us,
Arthur bides his time.
Waiting with his noble knights,
Underneath a hill -
They wait to help us one great day,
When times are very ill.
Merlin watches as they sleep,
Keeping them safe from harm.
And one day when we are dead and gone,
He'll call them all to arms.
Enshrined in tombs, not in death,
Sleeping in his prime.
Waiting to return to us,
Arthur bides his time.
Waiting with his noble knights,
Underneath a hill -
They wait to help us one great day,
When times are very ill.
Merlin watches as they sleep,
Keeping them safe from harm.
And one day when we are dead and gone,
He'll call them all to arms.
Enshrined in tombs, not in death,
Camelot lives on -
They will come again to save us,
Though the round table has long gone.
Merlin the wild man of the woods,
Is always watching near.
Waiting at the cross of rivers
For a cry only he can hear.
Waiting in their glowing tomb,
Hidden in our earth,
Arthur's knights sleep ever on
Through all our years of mirth.
Our once and future king,
Sleeping through this page.
Arthur will return again,
To recreate his golden age.Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2009
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