By the Lady Anjela
Ye Royal Wench to King Arthur Pendragon '86/'87
First appeared in The Latterday Book of Arthurian Bards, First published '89
AVALON '87
High Priestess of Avalon,
Bow down your head to me
Acknowledge what has come again
Through your eyes let me see.
Lift up this veil that covers me
Let knowledge seep on through
We are as one, it can be done
Through your word I speak true.
I pray to you in deepest sleep
That the mists they must be risen
For Arthur I and another two
And your blessing must be given
You are the judge and jury both
And Excalibur is what we claim,
Arthur is reborn of his weakness
Uniting Britain, now his only aim.
So High Priestess watch over us
Till the glow of the next full moon
When once again we shall all unite
And not a moment too soon.
Note:- This was written by Lady Anjela for 11 June 1987. A full moon when she, Arthur and two others adventured to Glastonbury Tor. By the next full moon,, Excalibur was in Arthur's hand.
ooOoo
IN READINESS
Turning the corner of that Ancient Hill,
They saw such a sight before their eyes.
To this day they question it still,
Was it an apparition or a disguise!
Most believe in fantasy or fairy tales.
The truth is harder to bear,
But now in the flesh, right here in Wales
Stands King Arthur in all his ware.
He's come to help the nation
To save all people and their kin
Hands outstretched, he asks in plea
"Every soldier out there please come and join in".
They all stood there disbelieving
Until one man stood forward and joined him
You could hear them all gasp, heavy breathing,
When one hundred and fifty stood with their King.
Each was knighted and named and Quested
And every one of them passed the test
So they sat round the fire and rested,
And discussed what to do for the best.
Three months on they have settled in harmony,
All are friendly a close knit family,
It's a community unknown to Joe Public,
Peace , calm and tranquillity.
Now they wait and they're ready for danger
They've built a lifestyle nothing can beat,
And if they sit and wait for centuries
Their world is still truly complete.
ooOoo
AVALON
There's a road I know
That's lined with trees
Can make grown men cry
And fall to their knees.
There's a stream that flows
Into a golden lake
And many a heart
It's been able to break
There's an orchard full of apples
In a land where dreams live on
It's awe inspiring magic
That makes it Avalon
ooOoo
MERLIN
Silver hair and wizened eyes
Golden skin and deep set pride
Heart of the weak, mind of the great
Along white beard and steady gait
Is the image I create
When to Merlin I relate.
ooOoo
ARTHUR
A chain mail shirt, an iron horse,
A long black beard and a crown of course.
A code of honour, a sword of steel,
A heart of gold are all his seal.
A Table Round, a magic ring,
A band of Knights and a true born King.
ooOoo
THE WATERING HOLE
Gather round all people
Hear the story that I tell
Of a mystical type of water hole
That's called the Chalice well
Beneath this hole lies Avalon
Sunk deep into the ground,
Waiting for the day when
King Arthur is recrowned.
If you look into the waters
And a stranger looks on back
It could be Vivienne or Merlin
Or even Lancelot du Lac
But if you look into the waters
And King Arthur is who you see
You'll know that all the talk you've heard
Is true, and it is he.
ooOoo
CELTIC MAGIC
Magic in the Celtic land
Seems to belong hand in hand.
Merlin is the mystic there
The future he knows, ask if you dare.
Arthur is the King of men,
Bringing peace together again.
They formed a lifestyle long ago,
That people couldn't forget, and so ...
They've carried it through to your generation,
So you can join the Celtic nation.
Because the legend only becomes reality
When you believe in it totally.
So now's the time to search this land
Until you find the Arthurian Warband.
ooOoo
THE ARTHURIAN WARBAND
A man called Arthur is our King
Joining us together in his ring.
Bob's the bard who writes his prose
And tries to keep us on our toes.
Parsivsal's the Grail winner
Who preaches not to be a sinner.
Balin is our youngest Knight
Surly learning wrong from right.
Bedivere's the old die-hard
And his King he aims to guard.
Saracen follows the Questing Beast
Until he's sure it is deceased.
Cai is dwelling in the north
Until his time to rally forth.
Gareth is the kitchen knight
If in hunger, he'll put you right.
Merlin is the man of mystery
Only time will tell, which is he.
So you see we're a motley crew,
And I have only named a few.
ooOoo