Haunted Shores

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade

Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned

And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name

Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed

The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings

To an England rearisen under vast magestic wings

These are the shores whereto my soul

Blood drenched and unredeemed

Shalt seek solace in secrets told

Through the whispers of a dream

From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius

A proud, audacious king mantled in the

Vehemence of lust

Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided

In awe of the glorius battles won, my dark Goddess provided

Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court

And now i lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a

traitor wrought.

I fear the Augean light

is sweeping through Camelot

How bittersweet my triumphs seem,

Now aumtumnal leaves succumb to frost

Morganna art thou near me?

Languid, I wend my path to grave

Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp

Of the naiad neath the silvered lake

When waters stirred lay silent

Mistress let the mists descend

Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart

His sombre gaze defies legend

More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes

Art for the Banshees song

Or our souls entwined like vein upon

The haunted shores of Avalon

The haunted shores of Avalon

Bury me in velvet deam

Lest I unduly wake

And seek to reconcile my thirst

With the cowardly tailors of my fate

Unleash mastiffs of snarling night

To overthrow, plauge and burn

As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead

To scheme of my return

Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunders of the

Storm

A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch await

ing dawn

Their ignorance has forged for me over

centuries a sword

Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of

War

The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the

Passive flocks roam free

This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce the foul,

trespassing breeds.

I have awoken from the past

glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies

i prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink

remember me as king when i cradle Hell to stars

like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast

venom forces work these arts of Devil's and priestess

thus i shall rule anew through sinews of a song

played upon the storm by the ghosts of Avalon

and all in league will bow to me

from death they shall ascend

to whisper weals of war, to stir the dark force in men...

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