There was a quite young boy whose fated hand
would free the sword, and therefore rule the land.
When he was just a babe great Merlin stole
the new born king away one evening stroll.
Wise Merlin had a plan to help the king
to Faerie folk he would young Arthur bring.
In Avalon, strange land of mystery
and there the boy received a prophecy.
He would be best, the greatest and live long
if only he was good and did no wrong.
And though he does not realize while he's there
he will be king, beloved kind and fair.
So Arthur was the brother of Sir Kay
and went with him to jousting one fine day.
Sir Kay was without sword, and Arthur sent
to look for a replacement; off he went.
But Oh Dismay! The sword was locked up tight
young Arthur wouldn't quit without a fight!
A sword stuck in an anvil he did see
he took the sword, fulfilling destiny.
For on the stone was written a strange thing:
"Who ever pulleth out this sword is king!"
So when Sir Kay received it, filled with greed
he went and claimed that he had done the deed.
But no one would believe till they were shown
so Ector put the sword back in the stone.
And sure enough, for Kay it wouldn't draw
thus Arthur was the true king after all.
Then Merlin told the story, wise and true
so now of his real birthplace Arthur knew.
Wise Merlin took king Arthur to the lake
and once there Arthur
made a grave mistake.
He pledged the lady anything she'd want
just for a sword, with diamonds on the front.
"Which like you better, scabbard or the sword?"
"I like the sword!" was Arthur's foolish word.
"No!" Merlin roared, the sword is but a dud!
The scabbard will prevent the loss of blood.
So great king Arthur made the table round
and seated at it greatest knights were found.
And so thus ends the tale of Arthur fair
a tale of swords, and of the one true heir.
Do not despair; you'll see our king again
But in another tale, for this must end.
Yay Poetry! What do you guys think? I won an award at my school for it, its written in rhyming couplets of iambic pentameter. Review please, I love feedback.