Apparently all this Arthuriana I am watching and reading has driven me to poetry

[bunn]

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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Thank you!