The Once And Future King Poem by Mary Champion

Excalibur, a mighty sword,
proved Arthur was our sov'reign Lord,
and when he drew it from the stone,
the crown belonged to him alone.
It shed more blood than any force,
but always in a righteous cause.
When Camelot, his kingdom came,
the throne, no longer, was a game.
This noble king could guarantee
all justice, peace and harmony -
no man received less than his due.
His word - his bond; his heart was true -
throughout the age of Camelot,
of Galahad and Lancelot.

But in the darkness, dangers lurk,
for Ignorance is free to work.
It undermined the status quo
so discontent began to grow,
dispute and war convulsed the land
and Arthur had to make a stand.

His wound was mortal - this he knew,
and knew full well what he must do.
His destiny can't be denied -
they bore him to the waterside
where sovereignty, for all men's sake
passed to the Lady of the Lake.
Excalibur, cast out of sight,
noblesse oblige had lost the fight.


The game of thrones kicked off again,
to fill the world with fear and pain.
Blood stained the sweet and fertile soil
with few rewards for honest toil.
This sorry state could not be healed,
with ‘Greed is Good! ' scribed on their shields.
All men dispute and can't agree
on what the rightful path should be,
and Camelot cannot recur
‘til Arthur wields Excalibur;
returns to rule, and with his knights,
reclaims the crown that's his by right.