The sword that stands within the stone
Sings inside the soul
Cries come to me and grasp my hilt
If you would once be whole
And all the knights who come to look
With hard ambitious eyes
Who kingship see in glory clad
As life’s most precious prize
Ambition eats their steel-clad souls
And whispers in their brains
The lake blows mists into their ears
They ride away insane
And all the time I sit and wait
For him who stands above
For only whom the waters break
The bear lord, and my love

©️JJ 2019

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