10110. In misty glades where legends softly dwell,

a poem about Excalibur and King Arthur and Sir Lancelot

In misty glades where legends softly dwell,  

Excalibur gleams bright in Arthur's hand,  

A sword of fate, by magic's voice compelled,  

To lead a brave and noble, steadfast band.  

Sir Lancelot, with heart both true and bold,  

In quest of honor, rides through shadowed night,  

Yet love entwines him in a tale retold,  

A bond of friendship, torn by love’s fierce light.  

In battles fierce, their destinies collide,  

The Round Table stands, a realm of trust and pride,  

Yet whispers haunt, where loyalty is tried,  

And honor's path grows tangled, deep, and wide.  

Thus, in this tale of valor, love, and strife,  

Their fates entwined, they shape a timeless life.