Sword in the Stone
Half hidden in stone, it stands alone.
In a small grassy glade under a canopy of shade.
Hidden away and kept from decay.
The ancient sword stands.
Lost from legends and found only in myth,
This sword does call for heroes and kings all.
Forged in a dragon's breath, carried by a king till death.
In battles it shone, now encased in stone.
The wind blows and the leaves tilt.
A ray of sunlight falls on the golden hilt.
And for a moment its splendor shines,
Brighter than any gem from the mines.
Then again the clouds dull the light,
And the sword once so bright stands alone.
But still it inhabits our imaginations.
The sword in the stone.
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The Raven's Prophecy
PoésieAlong the roads of fantasy, come in and you shall see. Within each poem a story, And all of them you can follow, In the Raven's shadow.
