Light my fires, darken the lights. Let it drip from my fingertips..Of my life. Life ends, ends here, here is where I lie. Lies are what I've lived on. Onward, onward, you say, Lancelot. Lancelot we can't. Can't we return to Camelot? Camelot my home, my castle, my life. Life I've lived for. For I've gained that. That is, of my sweet Guinevere, my life ends here. Here I lie, lying with my son. Son, Mordred, Bors having strucken him down. Down, I say, down. Down goes my world. World of Mordred and mine, fading to black. Black as it was, I gave my final word. Word as of, telling Bors to give of Excalibur, back to the lake. Lake of Excalibur, the hand remained, he tossed it in, at my second word. Word of his, were, "Oh High King, High King. What will I do? What shall I tell of what happened to you?" You must tell them that I, have died. Died of my own flesh and skin, flesh and skin that I have created myself.

Myself, and my son, soonly in the world of black. Black filled my mind, and soon within his. His mind having memories, of what he has done. Done of wrong. Wrong as like Kay, who was once my son's allie. Allies of me, had buried me in honor, soon then, sweet Guinevere, was buried within that honor. There we lay, a flower between, later on, there has been a tree. Like Merlin had said, I t'was the acorn, and now the tree. Free in a world, where spirits roam free. Along with sweet Guinevere, happy and free, yet sorrowful whenever she looked towards me. This is the end, of my little story. So long and farewell, great Knights of my life and my tale, perhaps I'll see you again sometime. I bid farewell, I wish you could've saved me...










KING ARTHUR POEM.
Written by: PewDiePie
Inspired by: King Arthur himself, and of course thy book of thy High King.

Oh, wow .3. Thats really cool. If I even attempted to write a poem this long, I'd get really frustated and start bashing my head on the keyboard. By then, the poems usually turned into a bunch of random letters |D So yeah, this is awesome.

Thank you. |3