Haunted Shores

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
 Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned
 And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name
 Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed
 The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
 To an England rearisen under vast magestic wings
 These are the shores whereto my soul
 Blood drenched and unredeemed
 Shalt seek solace in secrets told
 Through the whispers of a dream
 From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius
 A proud, audacious king mantled in the
 Vehemence of lust
 Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided
 In awe of the glorius battles won, my dark Goddess provided
 Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court
 And now i lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a
 traitor wrought.
 I fear the Augean light
 is sweeping through Camelot
 How bittersweet my triumphs seem,
 Now aumtumnal leaves succumb to frost
 Morganna art thou near me?
 Languid, I wend my path to grave
 Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
 Of the naiad neath the silvered lake
 When waters stirred lay silent
 Mistress let the mists descend
 Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart
 His sombre gaze defies legend
 More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes
 Art for the Banshees song
 Or our souls entwined like vein upon
 The haunted shores of Avalon
 The haunted shores of Avalon
 Bury me in velvet deam
 Lest I unduly wake
 And seek to reconcile my thirst
 With the cowardly tailors of my fate
 Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
 To overthrow, plauge and burn
 As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
 To scheme of my return
 Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunders of the
 Storm
 A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch await
 ing dawn
 Their ignorance has forged for me over
 centuries a sword
 Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of
 War
 The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the
 Passive flocks roam free
 This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce the foul,
 trespassing breeds.
 I have awoken from the past
 glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies
 i prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink
 remember me as king when i cradle Hell to stars
 like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast
 venom forces work these arts of Devil's and priestess
 thus i shall rule anew through sinews of a song
 played upon the storm by the ghosts of Avalon
 and all in league will bow to me
 from death they shall ascend
 to whisper weals of war, to stir the dark force in men...
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