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The Prince (a poem)

Poetry By: Mike Lachnicht

a poem about Arthur, King of Camelot

Submitted:Apr 11, 2011    Reads: 50    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

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The Prince

copyright 2011

Starry night bring thee fair love

Ah praise be the holy dove

Who resides above

The stars shine as bright as the candles flame

As if they are lighting the path over the crippled lames

Hands on bright silver swords

Or on the pen which write these words

A grand slash, a parry, a thrust

The body falls in a deep hush

As the swords come in and crush

The prince made ready to be crowned

His young face plush and round

Ready should be his loyal men

To fight within the dragon den

He named Arthur in his youthful days

He now named king for always


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