Arthur
Fights the mans fight
Shirtless
Without pain or stinging flesh
But dies the hopelessness of trying
As blackness hinders reawakening
Upon a blown head
Were it not for Dragonlords
A mournless father watched
Balinor and Merlin lost
Warlock yet a Wizard
Warlock yet a Wizard
Where Gaius feeds a Mother's bread
Forthright bear her teachings
And find them none in Camelot
The kingdom young
Save memory
Of magic and dear Hunith
Of magic and dear Hunith
Who built the cradle
Upon boy shoulders
There it rests
Fair Albion
The destiny of something great
Fights
A man from Ealdor
There it rests
Fair Albion
The destiny of something great
Fights
A man from Ealdor
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