Arthur, I Am

Arthur, I Am

A Poem by Vittoria
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Something 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!

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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 Vittoria


Author's Note

Vittoria
I am well aware that the last two stanza's need quite a bit of clearing up; this will be done within the next couple of days. I based this very loosely on the Arthurian legends, which I adore (way before the Merlin series came out, or any of the Arthurian related films that have splattered through the pages of the screen). Any thoughts would be more than welcomed!

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Vittoria
Vittoria

England, United Kingdom



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Attempting 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..

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A Poem by Vittoria