Merlin cast a special spell and made a telephone
The speaker was quite dodgy and he had a little moan
But still he made one more for making phone calls from his wagon
Then conjured up another one for young Arthur Pendragon
He took a call and recognised King Arthur’s crackling tone
Merlin couldn’t make him out and muttered down the phone
Sorry, Boss, I’m at a loss, my phone I heard it ring
But ever since I answered it I cannot here a thing
Arthur said again the thing that Merlin had to do
And Merlin shook his head, “My Lord, I am not hearing you.”
When Arthur spoke a final time as clearly as he could
Merlin was at last quite certain that he’d understood
Arthur cut the call just as Queen Guinevere was passing
She said what was all that about, you know I’ll keep on asking
Arthur said I told the man as clear as I was able
That for your birthday I require a really fine brown sable
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With her present sorted all the knights were sat around
And Merlin said she’s coming don’t nobody make a sound
Guinevere walked in as Merlin stroked his lucky cat
And when she saw the table she said, ‘What the …. .. ….
Categories:
pendragon, history, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
As they cry in the moonlight evening
heart and soul becomes ailing ,
wailing , it does , as it rains red ,
in bed they lie . For a treacherous head
is all they had in the stormy wind
and I was but a precious vermint .
And the heart was but a windy storm ;
breaking , thousand pieces they form .
The flames of wrath
The eyes of despair
The power of destruction
hidden just as fair .
The valley of death
all into flame .
No place to hide ,
the end of the reign .
The crimson red garden
The azure lakes of hell
The land of the holy ,
shredded by the gale .
The cracks in the heaven ,
the heaven of the land .
Away they march ,
the demonic horde .
And all that awaits
My lonely kingdom
The castle of breakdown
Pendragon
Categories:
pendragon, bereavement, death, deep, emotions,
Form: Ballad
King Arthur
Pendragon a boy of fifteen unknown
But of Merlin about the accord
Shrouding Arthur's rightful identity: King Uther's
Son. Upon King Uther's demise England
Needed a Sovereign...one prophesied in
Times of dragons...a great upholding
Savior. Albeit Nobles and Knights aspiring
Crown and Kingdom attempted conspicuous acquisitions
Failing in their efforts. So it was on
Christmas Eve that Arthur came about
Needing a sword. Espying the one
Stuck in stone availed the iron...
Beginning eternal legends of King Arthur...
©deborah burch
02.17.2013
Categories:
pendragon, adventure, history,
Form: Free verse
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
No table round will ever square the thing.
All knights have equal access to the bread,
Even the stout are adequately fed;
Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting.
Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning,
Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting,
Plumps her lips with a berry crushed and red.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
Pendragon is ostensibly the.King.
And normally he doesn't miss a thing.
But Lancelot is naked in his bed
And Guinevere is humping him instead.
"No man above another" has a ring.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
Categories:
pendragon, love, woman,
Form: Rondeau