Arthur, I AmA Poem by VittoriaSomething I wrote after several attempts. This may still get changed a bit, but think of it as a third draft of a poem that has been swirling around my brain for quite a while now!The tears of a rose drip swiftly by As the last swallow flees from the sky. Deserted, at last, he kneels and prays As the clouds cast off the last sunrays. His dreams are filled with such terrors now But, hopeless, he can do naught but vow Peace, prosperity; all will return As will that for which his heart most yearns Years pass by in the soul of this man As he waits, with no heart left to plan One day, a begger man comes to kneel He hands over a red and gold seal. A smile flits across the old man's face As he kisses the old, waxen base A glimmer of hope in those blue eyes He looks closer, starts in surprise The begger; yes, yes!.. He knows him now The beggar gives a low, honoured bow. The blue-eyed man stands, his eyes turned low He commands the other man to go Shoulders high, the beggar stands proud And speaks, with a voice ringing loud. "This is your master; see, here my friends King he was, King he will be once more" The other stays quiet, tracing his seal Eventually he speaks, voice ethreal "Arthur of Camelot, I was... I am" © 2012 VittoriaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 5, 2012 Last Updated on November 6, 2012 AuthorVittoriaEngland, United KingdomAboutAttempting to gather the courage to publish my poetry, I'm a twenty-five year old living in a small town in the south of England. I dabble in writing prose, fanfiction, and poetry. I love art, trave.. more..Writing
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