In the dawn I see you rising
From the lakeside mesmerizing,
Where you look so tantalizing
Bathing in the golden light.
Nimue, o nymph of water,
Avalon’s most fairest daughter,
Let us meet here in the night!
Avalon, you isle of apples,
Overgrown with weed and rye.
Avalon, our sanctuary,
Where the greatest heroes lie.
Avalon, a realm forgotten
Underneath a misty sky.
Winds of times forlorn are waving,
Moving just an ancient craving.
In Camlann, by the crooked bank,
Where shields were cleft and swords did clank,
There was an epic battle fought,
A war of kin, a war for naught.
Cast ashore by fairest hand
From waters crystal-clear,
A blade to rule the British land
And slay the age of fear.
In times of struggle, war and cold,
In Britain’s darkest days,
A boy was born we should behold,
A prince that’s blessed by fays.
After writing narrative poetry for 3 years, I’ve noticed that my works always have the same recurring themes and tend to fall in one of the following categories: War/Historical, Surreal/Fairy Tale and Science Fiction/Cyberpunk. So I’ve decided to take those three themes and make a compilation for each of them.
Little Squeaky, you’re so cheeky
In your kaftan scarlet red.
You’re so plucky, Ford got lucky
With your pistol to his head.