King Arthur

A friend of mine is writing a version of the Arthurian Legend. While reading her story I came to the part where one of the characters recites the prophesy regarding the sword and the stone. Reading that snippet from her lovely and poetic mind inspired me to delve back in my own poetry; something I had not approached for years.
Of course I started in on my own ancient poem about King Arthur. I had started it a few years ago and had random pieces of verse and forms lying around.  So I decided to redo the poem with the verse form I liked best. At present I only have ten stanzas equipped for viewing, so I am going to post them to see what kind of reactions I get.

King Arthur
And the Knights of the Round Table

Herein lies the story of King Arthur and the Knights of The Round Table, his tale I put down in full truth and with clear conscience and mind. Within these bound pages may you find retelling of that worthy fable; the truth within, his noble story you shall find.

Sir Kay prepared his noble steed
and rode away full haste to make.
That day he did enact good deeds
until his sword should break.

His brother Arthur home he sent
his other sword in haste to find.
The buy did mount, away he went
and looked not once behind.

As Arthur sped his tired steed
bethought him of a certain sword.
He chose to take in time of need
to bring it to his lord.

The sword that rested in the stone
the tales of which he had not heard.
he did not see that which was shown
The ancient stone carved words.

When good Sir Kay the sword did see
he knelt before the younger boy.
The king he knew Arthur must be
and he was filled with joy.

In front of all the men he stood
proclaiming Arthur king-to-be.
Though many tried, no other could
fulfill the prophecy.

He who from the enchanted stone
Excalibur doth bring to hand
shall sit upon the royal throne
of Camelot and England.

The rightful heir to be the king
the one who pulls the sword shall be.
Let none complaint or challenge bring
to hinder this decree.

Then he who is true king by rights
shall gather to his royal hall
tenfold of noble blooded knights
to answer to his call.

And in these royal palace halls
the gentle knights ere long to dwell,
until for aid the old land calls
their enemies to fell."
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  1. OMG, you are such a good poet! I could never get anywhere near that good!

  2. Thank you! Its not really that great, but I'm glad you like it.