Give Me Back

You break my will and you don’t even know

When I tell you this you say it is not so.

You never recall the things you said or did

Sadly I do but they are safe, in a box with a strong lid.

 

Many and ugly are the mental scars I have carried

Like a cat with a mouse  my feelings you harried .

Times have been when I have shaken like a leaf

You have stolen what is me . I want my self worth back you thief!

 

 

Morgause,Morgana, Mordred.

AH! here hangs a complicated tale

So entwined are these three, to shock you this cannot fail.

First there is Morgause the first daughter of Vivienne.

High priestess of the old ways, troubles from her stems.

Her half sister Morgana is Arthur’s too, twists and turns

I tell you so complicated were these three.

If I tell you the tale will you believe me?

Enchantment and witchcraft  playing no small part

Arthur and Morgause  had a child, being related did not keep them apart.

Mordred was the boy’s name he would be a knight and serve Arthur well.

Arthur would not of  known him and Morgause would not tell.

Mordred would fall by Arthur’s hand  at Battle of Camlann

Yet not before Mordred  fatally slays Arthur, a fatal plan.

The sisters locked by blood and magic,shared mother but not father

Both wanted Arthur’s death so they could rule his lands forever.

Morgause also known as Morgan la Fay groomed the boy in magic

She knew Mordred’s  future, saw it all. She cared not his end  be was tragic.

Most evil of the two sisters Morgause  twisted Morgana’s mind.

Morgana, before she knew the truth was loving gentle and kind.

Yet Morgause  whispered harsh truths about Utha , her Mother and father.

This twisted her mind and broke her heart made her hate forever.

A dangerous diamond in Camelots heart, treacherous and scheming

Forever of Camelot ruling she was dreaming.

Father and son but does either of them know,

One given life then deals the other a fatal blow.

Sisters entwined in magic and hate

They scheme against their brother leaving nothing to fate.

AH! here hangs a complicated tale

So entwined are these three, to shock you this cannot fail.

A Quiet Man

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

my Dad

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

 

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.

Sir Lancelot

Oh! he was dark with eyes of fire he was the dream of any maiden’s desire.

Arthur’s closest friend, they swore allegiance and supported each other under fire .

Lancelot  the most trusted , favoured knight. He stood on Arthur’s right

For his king he would gladly die. He saved his kings neck in many a fight.

Sadly for all involved he charmed his queen too, is eyes went deep into her soul

He stole into her dreams at first, then her days finally her bed, he devoured her whole.

This sad turn of events went from bad to worse.

Lancelot deeply scarred his friend stole the heart of his wife, it was like a curse.

The dark knight with the gleaming eyes  was forced to return to France

Arthur’s broken heart forced him to to condemn his beloved wife to the firery dance.

A trap was set to catch Sir Lancelot , his dearest friend who’d stolen his wife , OH! sad mischance.

Arthur set his bravest knights to guard the pyre , Lancelot returns a bloody fight ensues.

Guinevere is to a nunnery sent , and Arthur, Lancelot to France peruses.

Fear not there is much more to tell

Yet for now sweet friends I need to bid you farewell……………………..

Arthur

Arthur, from an early age, for kingdom groomed

Taught by his father Utha  and Merlin the boy grew well attuned

To matters of battles and  affairs of state

Merlin his protector guided Arthur towards his fate.

 

A fine horseman, happy to work with birds and dogs

To read the land’s and nature’s  ways to never be out whited by storms or fogs.

On his father’s death he found  he had a task to do.

To remove the sword of kings… it has been attempted my quite a few.

Duly Arthur retrieved the sword , he waved it high above his head

He vowed to use it well,to serve his people and unite the Britons

To fight off the Saxon foe, to chase them from his land or leave them dead!

The sword,Excalibur,would protect him if wielded for good,well that was what was said.

 

Being wise and choosing to listen to the people, he call upon his trusted knights

To join him in a counsel to sort their ever present plights.

He decided that all should be equal so he ordered a table round

Which made discussion easier and with all in put welcome, answers soon were found.

 

He married Guinevere a beautiful Welsh princess

She was gentle, kind and she had qualities that would help Arthur to progress.

And so now our scene is set , well no, that is not quite true

For there are some important knights that I shall have to introduce to you.

 

 

Guinevere

Oh! she was so pretty  Oh!  she really was so fair.

With sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks and  raven black hair.

Slight of figure but huge of heart she has so much to give.

Arthur fell under her spell, he knew he would love her for ‘ere long they both  would live.

 

As she coyly looked his way her eyes sheltered by her lustrous lashes.

She knew at once he’d be her king, she knew by the way her heart was leaping into dashes.

Arthur too was smitten as he had watched her arrival with glee

For Guinevere was by far the most beautiful girl he had or would ever see.

 

Her Farther gladly gave her hand in marriage to king Utha’a son

Both fathers were relieved  for in this union their uniting of England was finally done.

All of Arthur’s knights were assembled to honour the new queen

Row on row of knights, armor shining flags flying. It was a joyous scene.

Among their ranks was Lancelot his eyes shining green

Looking upon Guinevere the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.

 

Vivian (The Lady of the Lake)

Tired and weary, after journeying to Avalon’s shore

The travelers  could not believe what they saw.

The young king and his wizard  true

Were in awe of what they had come here to do.

 

All was silent all was calm. Barely a breeze

To ripple the lake and or move the leaves.

The silver moon light lit the scene

All was silent all was calm and serene.

 

Suddenly a ripple crossed the lake

It grew larger, leaving silver glitter in it’s wake.

Of a sudden the waters began to swirl and churn

Up from the lake a vision rose , hard to discern .

 

A wondrous sight to see  from the lake rose

T’was the Lady of the lake radiant and fair of face

Every move she made was gentle and full of grace.

Her gown was of the deepest blue

A shining  sword  out from the lake she drew.

 

Take Excalibur Arthur  this sword is for you

There is a long and hard road ahead for you

Many and dangerous are the tasks in store for you

Take this sword and use it true  and take heed

Of Merlin he is a wise and good servant to you.

 

Tossing the sword toward the shore

She waited to see Arthur’s hand catch Excalibur

Then she was gone leaving the lake as it was before.

I am tired now but soon I shall tell you more!

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