Prince Arthur

Posted: January 18, 2015 in Poems
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Prince Arthur.

Born from magic was his flesh and bone;
death was needed to create his soul.
He was the heir to Camelot’s throne,
and ’twas he that made his father whole.

Prince Arthur.

He grew in palace so lovely, so fair,
yet he was a knight so valiant and strong.
To contend with him, none ever dared.
His brave heart stood out among the throng.

Prince Arthur.

He was the prince bound to his duties,
the ruler who cared for those he ruled.
And though he had his faults and frailties,
for his men pain and death he’d endure.

Prince Arthur.

Behind that stature so firm and proud,
hid a kind, gentle, and loving heart
who’d protect his loved one, as he vowed.
But he, sadly, was the lover I never had.


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