King Arthur

I am the land, and the land is me. Or so
I was told. I know little, only that Merlin, batty druid and mage,
swore to me the Kingship of the Realm when my

mortal hand drew Excalibur. I,
a mere swordsmans' squire, know nothing of government, court, nobility,
or even why the Lord chose to burden me with being King.

Tis Midnight, and I'm astride my horse. His hooves
scrape the drawbridge as he is spooked by the moan of my Queen,
and of my best friend. They prove their love for me with laughter. Now I am alone.

My sword is wrapped under the bed they lie upon;
they, like the land, shall weep to find me gone.