In battle of Camblam-
The last and greatest of our King-
He lifts his mighty blade
To smote the one which he had made
Mordred, his son, is daft in a way
And yet in turn he will get his greatest desire-
To end the life of his sire.
His voice is loud in the battlefield
With laughter, the illegitimate child
Smote his father down
This night he will have his greatest feast
As the news of death will make its round
The Rex was taken then on a small barge through the Kaerseveryn
To the mystical Isle of Avalon
All inhabitants of the land were drawn
As Arthur Pendragon took his last breath,
They all cried, “Naught is left,”
For their lord has passed
In a wave of white mist, came the Gods
Then stood Myrddin, Nimue, Morgan and Mogwase
The Island was held in such awe
Myrddin bent down and blessed this man
He stood and declared with all his might,
“None shall forget such a man.
I shall see to it that they remember his rule.
And if ever a time arises full of grief and strife, then he shall rise
From the dead and return to this land.
Praise this ever-living man.”
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