Once upon a time there was a lake,
Its lands lush and green,
in its waters no fish be seen,
only cursed sword and glean,

A stranger sent to wander,
never to rest a day,
looking for a miracle,
through the trees that sway,

The lady of the lake appeared before a man distressed,
Gifting him the sword,
The man took the blade and wept,
A crown, a blade, a throne,

Curse upon the blade appeared,
consuming every joy,
Untill a stoic king there sat,
Upon a throne of void,

It mattered not,
the empire safe,
emotions understood,

the curse it ate,
consumed then wept,
as king tossed sword in lake,
got swept,
to lonely floor of lakes dark depth,

his heart serene as stillness on waters lake,
a king there rests,

beside cursed fate.

(king arthur and the cursed sword)