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Excalibur looms from the depths,

protected by the lady in the lake.

Swirling specters of light rise

and encircle the air around her.



What has caused her this burden,

carried for so many long years?

Her time to frolic wasted away,

from way too many responsibilities.



She leans forward contemplating,

the ravishes of time upon her.

Though the reflection of her beauty,

still shimmers in the rippling glass.



Her duty to protect the sword,

until the rightful king comes forth.

Allowing Camelot to shine once more,

bringing peace and prosperity to the land.



Then Arthur looms on the great shore,

hand raised to the gods for his might.

The blade taking flight and soaring true,

finding his hand and proving him king.



Her duties fulfilled she smiles to the sky,

as she slips beneath the surface of her fate.