A leader, the king.
Taking his place in the ring.
Fighting war and earning peace.
Giving to those who deserve release.
Constant fear of his peer.
She has a power,
A dreadful desire.
To steal the throne and burn a fire.
A t first a boy on a farm,
Then a lad with the heir.
His trusty sorcerer by his side,
Now he tries to keep his pride.
Runs a country with fair rules,
Not a warrior but a fine man.
Who doesn't mess with your mind,
He keeps his word to our kind.
He helped me out from her grasp,
And now I know the reality, the truth.
King Arthur our friend in our only hope.