Born on the darkest of nights

With no birth-right

Hiding a secret worse than the deceit

The dishonest deception on which I was conceived

Taken to Sir Ector to live as his son

But no one knew Uther Pendragon would die

Leaving Britain no heir and no means to survive

There were Saxons on the border, conflict from within

I was given an ultimatum by a man called Merlin

If I pulled Caliburn from its place in stone

The people would recognise my right to the throne

But if I drew the sword, I would accept the hardship

I would have to shoulder Britain's mantle of leadership

I knew exactly what the people needed me to be

I chose to answer with the Pendragon blood in me

Without looking back, I grabbed the hilt of the sword

And I vowed to see the glory of Britain, restored

Under my care, Britain was united

Under my reign, many a good man was knighted

I ruled from Camelot, I was the King of Knights

Believing in equality and all of my subjects' rights

I chose a Round Table so our ideals would unite

I was no tyrant and fought to do right

I chose to take on all of my people's hope and dreams

And not to be consumed by any human form of greed

Caliburn was destroyed by an evil once employed

But by the Lady of the Lake, I had Excalibur

But for the people's sake I needed a Queen of calibre

It was Guinevere who chose to share my duty

She had such intelligence and was a great beauty

But it wasn't just the eye of the King she had caught

Lancelot and my Queen met up in secret

And it was then, that they began to court

I chose to rule the people as a model human being

Just and righteous and selflessly devoted

But people said that I'd sacrificed my humanity

My lack of emotions driving them to insanity

They say my light was too bright, and they chose the comfort of the night

And when it was exposed, the affair that was there

I could not blame them for it was love in their hearts

But using this excuse they tore Britain apart

And so it all ended at the Battle of Camlann

Both, the same sides, down to the last man

Mordred enquired why I had hated him so

And I replied that I had never really ever done so

His lack of qualities barred him as my heir

He had no makings of a King, so I finished him there

I looked upon the silent bloodied hill in despair

And I cried out to the Heavens, "Is this fair?"

As I felt the call of Avalon, I spoke to Bedivere

"Tell the people exactly what had happened here

Speak of me as I was, with all of my flaws

Let future Kings not do the same in their cause

Tell them what I did and did not for Britain"

Little did I know I would become a legend once written

And little did they know there was one thing unwritten

I ruled as King Arturia Pendragon, a woman.