To him she gave me with her hand, white arm
Extended up to him. He took me up
With joy. And at his side I was his charm.
Together then we crossed the land and up
We soared on dragon wings to make a king.
A king we made, both he and I. We fought
Both long and hard, a violent peace to bring.
The peace we made in blood and steel, and aught
There was of strife and fear. The endless light
Of Summer Country’s brightness filled the land.
Until his secret sent a hate filled blight.
They killed themselves and spilled their blood on sand.
My blade said, “Take me up,” and “Cast me down.”
Excalibur: to give a king a crown.