Hic iacet Arthurus
Arthur sleeps
in the green isle
under the skin of the world
As he lies quiet
The world's dreams shape him
into more than he ever was
Mould the warlord who defied
the ending of his world
Crown him with a distant hope
Future king of a thousand tales
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