This poem is completely from my imagination. Arthur and Boadicea where in fact not from the same era but I would of love Arthur to have ridden in with his brave knights and assisted her ……….. what a tale this would be . I delicate this tale to the sister of my friend Martin and to http://saminaiqbal27.wordpress.com/ who loves a Arthurian myth.
I see the future it is dark, battles blood and fear
I feel our days are numbered I know our enemies draw near.
I draw my daughters to me I shall defend them to the end.
I have sent out for help and begged for aid from Arthur King of the Brittons, my friend.
I have called upon my people from all corners of my land.
I have warned them of the my bad feelings, I have told them trouble is at hand.
I call all of my Iceni Tribe. The Roman’s are coming and they will brook no resistance
Hark I hear the Legions marching feet approaching us in the distance.
My husband is still ruling , a ruler in name only I fear, Prasutagus my lord
Don’ t trust these Roman men they only want our lands and wealth
We need help from Arthur, and his knights to route these invaders from abroad!
My husband is weak he is ill, he cannot last much longer in his ill health.
Damn those Romans Damn them to hell. I shall find a witch and have her cast on them a black spell.
They stripped me naked and flogged me to within an inch of my life
Then they made me watch as they raped my daughters damn them, damn them to hell.
Where is Arthur where are his Knights where are they when I need them in my hour of strife.
I shall not let them beat me this Roman Army I shall not let them lay my lands to waste.
Where are you Arthur I need you now, hear me great wise king I need you make hast.
Curse the ninth legion, they shall all die, we will cut their throats and I shall rip away their manhood and hang it high
I shall show them they cannot debase me Boadicea, and rape my daughters and not expect to die.
We shall fight them we shall lay them low at them at their capital Camulodunum !
Where is Arthur we need him now , suddenly the cry goes up Arthur , Arthur and his knights are here at last.
We shall slay those Romans we shall oust them now with Arthur Pendragon now the die is cast!
We beat them in their capital and then we beat them in Londinium and Verulamium .
So I Boadicea Queen of the Iceni thank you Arthur King of the Brittons
I have wrought my vengeance true I could not have done so without you.
We can no longer defeat the Roman hordes and there is only one thing left for me to do.
I shall poison myself and my daughter too , for those Romans to recapture us would never do.
I have my place in history I saw off those Roman’s with Arthur at the side of me.
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!
All was silent all was calm
From below there arose an arm.
The birds where stilled and the breeze did drop.
The arm with the sword suddenly withdrew, kerplop!
There was a young lad who was unsure of destiny , his name was Merlin
Striving to understand which path was mapped out for him , seeing his future unfurling.
To Camelot he was sent to help the court physician for he had a magic bent.
Gaius knew the boy had talent and a destiny to fulfill a reason he was sent.
He learnt at Gaius’s knee at first terrified of is own magic power he longed to be free
He spent most of time the butt of the young Arthur’s jokes he accepted that was how it had to be.
As he grew older his path became clearer and he knew just how to handle the prince in waiting
He took all Arthur could throw at him gently guiding him toward his path all ills anticipating.
Always at Arthur’s side hiding his magic well
Keeping the young king safe often using a secret spell.
For he had become fast friends with Arthur
and was all but in name an extra knight.
Merlin was the one who could always be depended upon
to sort out wrongs and make disasters right.
Guinevere loved him too he helped her to find
her husband true.
Sad was he when she tarried with Lancelot blindly her
vows to Arthur she forgot.
Yet Merlin knew that she was true
and he convinced Arthur to harm her not.
Oh! so many tales I would tell of Merlin’s time with Arthur
But that is for another time which will be dealt with here after!
A knight king did in battle fall, brutal was his wound
His groin was gashed wide and cut deep no matter how bound
His blood could not be stemmed. No cure could be found.
Many came with balms and cures , potions charms and spells
Yet for all the ministering’s of, knights, magicians and nurse
No one could cure the brave king or relieve him of this curse.
The as I have said the wound was in the king’s groin
So this made him impotent no life sprung from his loins.
His lands suffered as he did and soon all he owned lay dying and barren.
So as the king suffered as did his lands and people fade
A grayness and a failing of all crops, like the wound the sword had made.
So in this dark land, inside his castle named Corbin laid this king a keeper of the Holy Grail.
So why the title Fisher King , why this name it is a strange thing.
The king so wounded in vital parts would spend his days fishing
I do know know my friends, he maybe spent his time a’wishing
To be healed and to restore his lands to prosperity.
And so the Fisher King spent his days fishing in the river by his Castle
While his daughter guarded the Holy Grail in a lonely tower
He catches the fish to to feed the Grail’s power.
The tower where the grail is kept is full of special powers
False hearts, if detected, the chamber will be filled with arrows
Or boiling oil the false at heart to foil, while the keeper will be unharmed.
So now dear reader you know the plight of the Fisher King
How his fishes for the food of life and prays for a cure to heal him.
His daughter spends her days, and her nights too keeping the Grail safe from the clutches of sin.
Finally Sir Lancelot , following in Sir Percival’s trail,
Arrives in hopes to help the Fisher King , where Percival had failed.
Lancelot arrives by sea and crosses the guarded Bridge.
Did I tell you , the seaward bridge to the castle was guarded by Lions
Fierce and dangerous are they, and many knights they have repelled
Lancelot had been searching years to find the Holy Grail he will fight the Lions and he will prevail.
Brave Sir Lancelot who rode with God and right on his side
Came, challenged and defeated the Lions where lesser knights had failed.
He Entered the castle and survived the tower and claimed the Holy Grail.
Then to the Fisher King he went and with God, and cured his wounds so sore
As if by a magic brush the kings lands were fruitfully as they were before.
Now there is more to this tale , but as for now dear friends I can tell no more.
The first rays of the golden sun burst forth upon the solstice dawn.
Merlin could see for miles, yet it was not what he could see
But what he knew that caused him to mourn.
His fate entwined with Arthur, who he would out live
but he would never be free.
So much pain, so much joy, yet no peace nor rest for Merlin.
He was terrified to realize that he was immortal
What a dark premonition, to see down the years unfurling
No real rest no real peace on and on no escape portal.
Looking out across the land, finally united
Harvests good and people happy if only his job was done.
Five men good and true to Arthur had been knighted.
If only Merlin didn’t have to know all his his battles had to be won.
Merlin’s fate was so much for him to carry
Too much information in his dreams
So much future so many deeds to face and parry.
Merlin sees it all on this solstice mourn all stretched out before him.
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 nature’s ways to never fooled by storms or fogs.
On his father’s death he had a task to do.
To remove the sword of kings, tried by a few.
Arthur retrieved the sword, he waved it above his head
He vowed to use it well,to serve his people and unite the Britons
To fight off the Saxon foe, chase them from his land or leave them dead!
Excalibur,would protect him if wielded for good,well that was what was said.
Being wise he listened to the people, calling 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 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.
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,
His 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 Kingh with the gleaming eyes was forced
To return to France
Arthur’s broken heart forced him to to condemn his beloved wife
To the firey 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,
Arthur, Lancelot to France peruses.
Fear not there is much more to tell
Yet for now sweet friends I need to bid you farewell……………………..