The True Heir
Before Arthur, these were,
Times of magic and power.
The signs that stand before,
Showing the way,
Then disappears in a whisper.
Looking, searching, hoping,
As he looks to the Lady in the Lake,
For the answers and guidance, he seeks.
He calls out,
Waiting, Listening,
For an answer.
No one speaks to him,
Only to her.
One person, one heir, one woman,
Who was to be destined,
to be the chosen.
She is the first,
Protector of Excalibur.
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