The Legend of Excalibur
↪ Poetic Retelling
Of Myth and Lore
(Let me tell you a story, of a sword so fine, and the legend of Excalibur, through the mists of time)
From the stone it rose, a blade so bright,
A symbol of power, a king’s right.
Excalibur, with its gleaming edge,
Brought to Arthur through fate’s pledge.
In the stone it lay, a test so grand,
For the true king to take his stand.
With the sword in hand, he claimed his throne,
A legacy of valor was then sown.
Through battles fierce and quests so deep,
Excalibur's might, the world would keep.
Excalibur, the sword of light,
In the hands of a king, a beacon in the night.
A legend forged in the fires of old,
A tale of power, both fierce and bold.
Excalibur, with its shining gleam,
An eternal symbol of a king’s dream.
From Merlin’s magic to battles fought,
Excalibur’s might was never for naught.
In the hands of Arthur, it did gleam,
A force of justice, a sovereign’s dream.
Through trials and foes, it stood the test,
A sword of legends, forever blessed.
In every tale and song it rings,
The legacy of what a true king brings.
With every swing and every fight,
Excalibur’s glow is ever bright.
Excalibur, the sword of light,
In the hands of a king, a beacon in the night.
A legend forged in the fires of old,
A tale of power, both fierce and bold.
Excalibur, with its shining gleam,
An eternal symbol of a king’s dream.
(And though its bearer may have gone, its legend lives on, forever strong)
