Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

The Stone

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Bound by Merlin to

Serve as a warden,

A guardian to a

Mystic sword.

*

An iron flower

Standing in a

Lake, rusting while

I hold immortal steel.

*

Waiting to Bloom in the

Spring of your call,

In the sunlight of

Your countenance.

*

Will you use

Me, rape my

Heart and soul to

Toss me away again?

*

Do not leave me.

I will not betray you to

Another bed, some

Other knight.

*

I am yours forever.

Let me be with you,

My eternal light,

My king, My Arthur.

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Written by barryr22

September 29, 2011 at 10:06 pm

Posted in Poetry

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