CyberStargazer
Arthur Sleeps
In fallen Camelot
Excalibur weeps,
as wars rage on
and Arthur sleeps.
Awaiting call
to rise and fight,
giving aid
to Englands plight.
Table toppled
wine is spilt,
staining blade
tarnished gilt.
Merlin lost
and magic wane,
no Lancelot
nor brave Sir Gawain.
Armour stands
covered in rust,
accusing finger
wildly thrusts.
Pointing out
the hour at hand,
for all to rise
and as one stand.